#who just once every few months needs to go ‘oh shit I need someone to talk to if you’re not busy rn/if you can deal w that atm’ in a LITERAL

[hopefulidiocy]

nsfw salesman?🫣

Bitch

Salesman x Fem!Y/N

Warnings: rough sex, gun play, p in v, foreplay (f receiving), SMUT, not kind, but he feels something for her.

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Red dress. Heels.

The text came through when you were sat in your lecture, scribbling down notes you weren’t going to look at later but knew you had to do something to get him out of your mind. For the past few months you had been playing a tedious game with a nameless man, someone who had been following you for months before he turned up at your flat with four words…

“Let’s play a game.”

And you, being intrigued in this handsome man, agreed to play with him. Despite your gut telling you to run. He came every Monday an hour after your classes without fail. And without fail, you were undone every time he left.

The text came as a surprise, leaving you breathless as the class came to an end. He left no time, no place to meet, just what to wear. How the fuck could you find a red dress within the depths of your sweaters and baggy jeans? Dresses don’t suit you. It’s not a part of you. At least that’s what you thought. He might’ve seen something in those twinkling hours above your naked body, maybe he thought you’d look good in a dress. So, the port of call is to call your best friend.

It took a few tries to get through to her but she finally answered.

“What?” Her gruff voice came through your phone, she had definitely just woken up.

“Have you got a red dress?” Both of you rarely said hello to each other.

“Yes. Why?”

“Okay I’m coming over.” You hung up, tucking your phone into your back pocket and taking off down the green campus, onto the busy Main Street and basically becoming Usain Bolt towards your best friend’s apartment.

No questions asked, she thrusted the red dress in your arms and oh my god it was fucking short. It wouldn’t even cover your ass but you had the short straw here, you couldn’t simply bargain for a longer red dress because no one owns one these days. Your best friend is a hoarder so it’s usually more than likely she will have something.

Evening was drawing in, you had blown out your hair knowing it would be completely lax by the time you arrived back at your own apartment; the dress definitely didn’t cover anything, you would look better going out naked; the heels were too high and it took a few rounds of your bedroom to walk like a normal person but at least your make up was astonishingly. You were waiting by the door, anxiously tapping your toes against the wood. The knock came, once and then twice before you answered. He took one swift look at you, with that shit eating smirk of his.

“Beautiful.” And then he led you to a place with dim lighting and dark candles.

“I need you to remember something for me y/n.” He leaned forward, his elbows pressed into the table as his eyes zoned in on you, darkening with every passing second. “You’re my bitch, okay?” Goosebumps raised on the back of your neck as you squeezed your thighs together, his mouth was slightly puckered as you attempted to find the words that roamed freely in your mind. He cleared his throat, looking marginally disappointed at your silence. You simply couldn’t find any words to say. His arm reached for his briefcase, pulling it up to his lap as his hand completely disappeared inside of it. You watched him, mouth dry and throat closed as he threw a black gun on the table. He didn’t say anything at first, instead he examined you with one elbow on the table and his fingers touching his chin, his eyebrows slightly raised.

“Is-Is it loaded?” You managed to muster. He broke out into a mocking laugh, it shook the room. You leaned back in the chair, trying to breathe as his snake-like moves suddenly came closer. His broad hand wrapped around the gun as he pressed the cold brass against your temple, your breath hitched and died in your throat as he clicked the revolver. His lips brushed against the side of your neck, his breath hot compared to the cold shivers that were coursing through your body; a shock sent straight to your abdomen.

“Would you like to find out?” His voice was so low it was barely audible as his lips sent waves down your spine, he wasn’t kissing you, just simply grazing his lips against your neck, teasing you until your hands clenched in your lap.

“Answer me.” His wrist wrapped around your locks and pulling harshly, the gun still taped to your temple.

The sane side of you wanted to say no, that side wanted to push him away and point the gun at the centre of his head. But you knew you’d be seeing stars before day break, before the moon fully made itself present you’d be shaking under his touch, and you loved it. Every second you loved the way he made you feel, how his fingers played you like a toy.

“Yes.” You whispered, a small tear forming at the corner of your eye. He chuckled darkly before kicking your legs apart, suddenly revealed to him in the candlelight. He trailed the gun down from your temple to your chin as he got onto his knees for you, the only time he ever did, and hitched your dress to your hips. He tutted, shaking his head.

“Why are you wearing these?” His index finger poked at your black underwear, the only thing saving your dignity and the way he poked at you sent a harsh gasp through your body and out your mouth. He narrowed his eyes before smirking, with one hand he yanked your underwear until it was dangling over your heels. Devastatingly slowly the gun traced over your collarbone, to your breast bone, to your naval and finally onto your clitoris. The cold metal stung and the thrill of danger had you weak, it was unlike anything you felt before even from him; he clicked the gun and you shrieked despite yourself even though this gun was obviously not loaded. His gun was left on the space between your legs on the seat as his hand grazed over your inner thigh before circling your clit with the pad of his thumb, similar but better than earlier in the car. He watched you through his dark eyelashes as you slowly lolled your head to the side, your eyes fluttering shut at the gentle touch to your sensitivity; he licked his lips as he sweetly kissed you on your pussy before diving in. You clutched on the sides of your chair, moans escaping your throat as you looked towards the ceiling, letting him work his tongue all over you. Black vision spilled in front of you as your body played along with his beautiful music, your vision completely blurred as a cold wave crashed over you, causing your knuckles to go white due to the hard pressure against the chair. You knew you were shrieking, but your body completely detached as he continued using you, your noises far away as if it’s in another room. White noise rushed into your hearing as your body began to tremble, your thighs locking him shut between you as he worked faster and faster on you until you folded into yourself. The cold air hit your aching skin as he removed himself from you, standing to his full height which was imposing even in this environment and then he scooped you up bridal style. It was almost romantic as he threw you against the window for all of the world to see, it was almost beautiful when he ripped your friends dress for the neighbours to enjoy the look of your breasts pressed against the glass. His black leather shoe kicked your feet to separate them.

“Stay there.” He ordered before his shoes grew quieter and quieter. The moments in which you were alone, your body on full show, prepped for him and you knew you were a whore for him, you knew this was going to be your life now. The threat of being killed, the threat of being hurt only turned you on more until you were basically dripping down your thighs. His footsteps became louder and you knew, you just knew, he had a gun in his hand. A different one and you had no idea whether it was loaded or not. The idea made you whine, your abdomen aching for his touch.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this.” He stood back to admire the view of your ass sticking out and the rest of you pressed against the glass. He enjoyed the thought of people watching you becoming undone by his simple touch.

During these times, he rarely removed his suit and today was no different. All he had to do was unzip his pants and his dick was excitedly pointing towards your heat, he lined himself up, a gun against the back of your head unknowing whether it’s loaded or not. He grunted as the tip of him entered your walls, the stretch always shocked you, the thickness was something you had to prepare for but he very rarely allowed the bliss of feeling ready for his cock. A small loan escaped his lips, it was classical, as he entered fully inside of you, allowing himself to fully enjoy the your warmth. You pressed your cheek against the glass, jaw slack as his cock touched every nook and cranny of your cervix; he reached around with his free arm and pressed down on your abdomen as he began to push further inside of you. Whining, you arched your ass towards the ceiling to accommodate his size.

“Look at you.” He snarled, pulling himself out to just the tip to make you beg for it. To make you weak and ache for his cock. And you were. The instant he pulled out almost completely, you felt the cold air and groaned in annoyance, you were empty and all you wanted was to be full of him. You bucked your knees, to try edge his cock in further but he harshly held onto your hips, his thumb digging in so hard you felt the bruise forming. That magical feeling of his breath escaping his mouth as he emerged back inside of you, the relief that settled your heart before he began hammering his hips into you, deeper than you ever felt. The cold glass and the hot feeling of his cock inside of you was such a stunning contradiction, you hoped people could see what this man was making you feel, you squeezed your pussy around him just to hear that musical moan escape his throat again. His tie became undone as he clicked the gun, relishing in you flinching, ducking your head every so slightly but enough for him to notice and laugh.

“You love the threat of being shot, don’t you?” He snapped his hips so deep into you that for a moment you forgot your native language, you forgot the laws of physics as his cock buried itself deep within your womb, readying itself for his lust. You felt the tip of the metal begin trailing your spine as his hips snapped in and out of you, huffing as he brought his fingers towards your clit, circling it in a ferocious manner to bring you quicker to your undoing. Suddenly, he flipped you towards him, he preferred to see your face as you moaned all over his cock, bring your legs to his shoulders so he could grow deeper inside of you. You didn’t even worry about slipping down the window because he had you hard against the glass, there was hardly any space between you and him and the window. His hips came down like a hammer, he wasn’t picking up his pace and instead simply pulled half way out slowly and slammed his hips down, hitting your aching g spot as it threatened let go all over him.

“Please, faster.” You begged, crying almost to let go. His hand clasped around your neck, adding onto his quickening pace. Instead of hammering down onto your quivering body, he began to level up faster, making you cry out in absolute bliss and serenity. His hips slapped quickly onto yours, as he grunted and groaned, hiding them in your neck; he bit down as hard as he could as you let everything go all over him. He knew you had reached your high, but he didn’t stop, instead in one swift movement he picked you up and slammed you into the hard floor. You knew, come daylight, there would be a mark but you would parade it proudly knowing you had become a whore for a man you hardly knew. It was disgusting but somehow it made you hornier as his cock worked you to a pace of his own, something that physics hadn’t yet discovered. The gun was forgotten about, he didn’t want to continue threatening you, instead he wanted you to see stars once again, he wanted to hear your beautiful music as you shrieked over him.

“So good to me.” He grunted. “Your pussy belongs to me, you belong to me.” He wrapped his wrist into the knotted locks of your hair pulling violently that it made your neck completely snap towards the ceiling, making you cry out in pain that was overwhelmed with pleasure. You contracted around him, your toes curling as you unleashed everything onto him; he moaned in delight as he pushed further into you. His large hand grabbed the gun and pointed it at your forehead, you just about saw the barrel, your jaw slack and dumb.

“Look at you, in this pretty dress, getting fucked, being my own personal fuck toy.” He mocked, pounding even harder. You started seeing stars, your eyes rolling back and your throat sore; you let him have his way as you dived into a world of satisfaction, no moans or words could describe this moment between the two of you. “Can you not speak, pretty girl?” He pouted, pulling your hair and rising you roughly so your back was against his chest; your eyes still rolled at the back of your head. His fingers splayed over your exposed throat, your hair sweating as he whispered. “Do you like it when I fuck that tight cunt of yours?” You wanted to scream yes, you wanted the whole world to know that you belonged to him and you loved being used like a useless toy.

“Y-Yes. Yes I do!” You managed to squeak, but he wasn’t happy and clicked the gun in his free hand, making you flinch once again, his hips still bucking at a gods speed. “Yes. I love it when…. When… you fuck me, I love it!” You ended up screaming towards the end, eager to get it out and he chuckled darkly as his movements began falling. Close to his edge, his imprinted himself onto your neck with his mouth and shook with agonising pleasure as he painted your walls. He groaned loudly, pulling out and you simply collapsed onto your hands and knees; a stupid, shaking mess. You managed to look up at him, his eyes were black with pleasure and he smiled sweetly as he saw you curled up by his feet.

“Now tell me, sweet girl, what are you?” He mocked.

“Your bitch.”

[fir3ylolol]

we want you!

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: The hot military rep on your college campus finally talks to you, but what happens when he gives you his number?

word count: 2.4 k

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, cunnilingus, afab!reader, very light dom/sub, sub!reader, gentle dom!johnny, he still whimpers tho, kind of anonymous sex, making out, biting, praise, hes actually rly sweet, smut, porn with plot

a/n: DILF JOHNNY DILF JOHNNY im so happy with how this turned out!! OH! and I've got another mk1 johnny fic halfway done so keep an eye out for that :))

other parts

Ao3

It wasn’t really fair to call you a college student. Were you still actively going to college? Yes, but! You were studying for your master’s degree. Totally not the same thing.

So you didn’t feel that bad about paying attention to the very hot military representative that you always saw on campus. He was insanely built for an older guy, tall and graying near the temples. Black sunglasses always cover his eyes, you couldn't tell if he was cocky or just avoiding the kids on campus. You wanted to talk to him but honestly? He made you sort of nervous.

He’s just so handsome and confident, nodding your way every time you pass him. But finally, after a couple of months, you decide it’s your turn to be confident. He’s stood next to a table under a pop-up canopy, looking around for more people to scout. You walk directly towards him, trying not to falter any of your steps. He finally notices you, quirking an eyebrow and smirking your way.

Fuck, that’s even hotter.

But it’s too late to back out now, as you stop a few feet from him. Nervous to meet his eyes, you clear your throat and manage to ask, “How’s the military this time of year?” He chuckles lightly, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose. “It’s not too bad. You know, I’ve seen you around campus, but you always seemed like you were in such a hurry that I didn’t want to bother you.” You mentally curse yourself for pretty much scaring him off.

“Well, you know how it is. Places to go, subjects to study. I have been wondering why you haven’t said anything to me. I always see you chatting with other students. I just figured it was because I wasn’t the right material.” You try to be less nervous and casual, leaning against the table as well. He looks down and laughs again, taking his sunglasses off and tucking them into his tactical vest. He looks up, wide brown puppy dog eyes meeting yours.

Shit, can he stop being so hot??

“Nah, you’re too good for us, you’re needed out here. Besides, they only have me out here for star power.” You look quizically at him. I guess he did look sort of familiar. Then it hit you. “Oh shit, you’re Johnny Cage!.” He laughs again, who knew you were this funny?? “You just realized? I guess I’m not as famous as I once was. That, or without the tattoo, you can’t really tell.” He unzips the vest slightly and pulls his collar down, showing hints of a large tattoo of his own name across his chest. You fluster slightly at his show, “Wow, yeah, that makes a big difference. Wait, why are you in the military?” He sighs, scratching the back of his head. “Well, my ex-wife basically recruited me and honestly, it’s been more fulfilling than being an actor.”

And there it is, the awkward reason that someone so hot is single. Coughing lightly, you look away. “A-ah, well, that’s…good.” Sensing that he might’ve just said something a little uncomfortable, he quickly grabs a leaflet and pen from the table and scribbles something on it. “Hey, I feel bad about taking up so much of your time. Here.” He hands it to you, sticking it almost directly into your arms. As you take it and look at the very rushed writing of what looks like his phone number, he flashes a signature smile. “So we can continue our conversation at your leisure.” Folding it up and putting it in your pocket, you try to smile back as confidently. “How kind of you, Johnny. I’ll take you up on that.” As you begin to walk away, you hear Johnny call after you. “Wait! What’s your name?” Turning around slightly, you wave and yell back, “Take me out first!” He laughs slightly and puts his sunglasses back on, light glinting off them mischievously. 

As you get back to your place, you pull the paper out and put it on your bed. This is crazy, you know? He’s like twice your age at least. And a celebrity! But…he wouldn’t give you his number unless he wanted you to text him. But not yet. You didn’t want to seem desperate. You decide to eat a bit of food and check on your grades, trying to ignore your nerves. You can only wait so long though, and you grab the paper again. Putting his number in, you take way too long to figure out what to say. God, you feel like a middle schooler, getting nervous about some cute guy. But you finally pull the trigger, sending a simple hello and hoping that you were the only person he gave his number to.

He responds almost too quickly, immediately recognizing you and being happy that you decided to message him. You smile at his words, then quickly shake your head, embarrassed at how quickly you were getting giggly over him. But you can’t stop yourself, half-flirty messages sent back and forth the rest of the day. Man, a guy like this is dangerous. He’s smart, funny, secure in himself, and genuinely so nice. Plus, he spends half the time talking about you, asking questions, and seeming truly interested. It’s hard to find a guy like that.

As day turns to night, you get ready for bed. As you lay down in bed for mindless social media time, you get a text from Johnny. As you click on it, your eyes widen in shock. A selfie of him, laid out on a hotel bed, completely shirtless with wet hair lights up your screen. Finally able to see the full tattoo, plus the insane muscles he has, you need a second to catch your breath. He captioned it ‘ready 4 bed, but hotel beds r always uncomfortable’. You feel like you’re drooling over him, how can a 50-year-old look like that?? He quickly sends a ‘hope youre feeling comfy’ and you feel compelled to take a pic for him. Fixing your hair and lighting in preparation, you make sure that your pajamas are actually cute. After way too many tries, you get the perfect one. You send it with the caption ‘oh u know it ;)’ and immediately throw it onto your bed, nerves absolutely shot. After a few seconds, your phone buzzes. And buzzes again. And again.

Picking it back up with shaking hands, you see his praise flooding in. ‘oh wow’, ‘you look so good like that’, ‘comfy is definitely a good look on you’, and ‘ur room is so cool too’ are amongst the least of the texts he’s sent. After a short pause, a final text arrives.

‘i didnt think you could get hotter but you proved me very wrong’

All of a sudden, you lose the walls you set up to hold yourself back. The mood is switched rapidly, and honestly? You are no longer nervous about talking to him. It’s time to have fun.

Y: ‘you think im hot?’

J: ‘of course, i have eyes you know’

Y: ‘i mean, i thought i was too young for you’

J: ‘i wont say i didnt notice, but honestly, if you dont mind i dont’

Y: ‘perfect’

J: ‘god, youre so hot’

Y: ‘youre not so bad yourself. dont think i didnt notice those muscles’

J: ‘i was that obvious huh? sorry, i couldnt help myself’

Flirting back and forth, you begin to lose your inhibitions even more. Flirty turns to sensual to almost overtly sexual. Something weird about what happens when the sun goes down. Like a horny werewolf. That was, until, he sent the exact right message.

J: ‘i wish i could see you rn, teasing over text can only do so much’

Holding your breath, you can’t stop yourself from a much too bold text.

Y: ‘come over then’

J: ‘what’

Y: ‘come over, you said you dont like hotels and you wanna see me’

Y: ‘here (address)’

Y: ‘your move hollywood’

J: ‘omw’

Freezing and realizing what you did, you rush to pick up your house a little. It wasn’t messy but still. Nerves. It’s a surprisingly short wait until you hear a gentle knock at the door. Seeing him stand there in the pajama pants you saw earlier and a jacket, you unlock the door. Both of you stand there, waiting and breathing. Finally, he steps in, his right hand shooting to your waist and left hand closing the door behind him. Quickly, his lips meet yours in a messy clash, tongue and teeth and desperation. Finally, you pull away, panting and trying to catch your breath. Your brain finally processes that it’s really him, touching you, standing right there.

And it’s not too long before you begin to kiss him again, hands wrapped around his neck. His hands travel lower, squeezing your ass with a groan. With surprising ease, he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. He breaks away again, asking in a breathy voice, “Bedroom?” With a nod, you manage to get out, “That way.” He starts the kiss back up, walking towards your room.

You expect him to toss you down on your bed. You’re kind of used to jacked guys having too big of an ego in bed. But he leans down gently, placing your back on the bed. His lips move down, kissing your jaw, neck, and chest, leaving little bites and hickeys along the way. You shiver at the feeling, he's much more tender than you expected, but you’re not complaining. One of his hands slides under your top, swiftly removing it. The cool air of the room can only be felt for a few seconds before his warm tongue latches onto one of your nipples, coarse fingers lightly twisting the other. Light moans slip from your lips as his other hand caresses your hip. He groans at the sound, pulling away slightly to mutter out, “Shit, you sound so good, baby.”

Continuing to play with you, his free hand travels lower. He finally dips below your waistband, quickly finding your wetness, another moan escaping his lips. Finally breaking away, he moves lower, crouching on the ground next to the bed. Slowly, he pulls the last of your clothes off. You’re fully exposed in front of him as he practically eats you up with his eyes. Placing chaste kisses against your pussy, he dives in, licking with a fervor.

Unable to hold yourself back, pornstar moans pour from your mouth. It eggs him on further, moaning against your sensitive clit, and gently curls a finger inside you. Pulling away to breathe, he rasps out, “You taste just as good as you sound. And feel even better.” He keeps working at you, pushing you closer and closer to cumming. Another finger pumps inside you, his thumb rubs your clit, and his free hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. He notices you about to finish, rapid pants and breathy moans, and leans in to whisper in your ear, “Come on love, come for me. Let me feel that pretty pussy clench around my fingers. Put on a show for me baby.” And there you go, grabbing onto his shoulder and throwing your head back, cumming around his fingers. He slowly removes his fingers, admiring you while lewdly sucking on them. That earns another groan from him and he cleans his fingers, not waisting a drop.

“Good job, you did so good for me.” He kisses your forehead, quickly removing his shirt. “You ready for more?” In your half-fucked out state, you nod rapidly as he finishes taking his pants off. God damn, aren’t older guys supposed to lose testosterone or something? Rippling muscles littered with light freckles, salt and pepper hair swept out of his eyes, and cock fully erect and waiting. He scoots you onto the bed further, climbing on after you. As he kneels at your legs, he looks down hungrily. He leans in and kisses you, body leaning onto yours. With a final questioning look, which is met with a resounding “yes please” from you, he lines himself up with you.

Slowly, he sheaths himself in you, hissing at the sensation, “Oh god, you feel so fucking good, so tight around me.” Your legs wrap around his waist again, pulling him even closer. It takes you a while to adjust, gentle kisses on the lips to distract you. With a final kiss against his cheek to reassure him, he begins to move faster and faster, grinding against you with each thrust. He’s unable to hold back from loud moans and whines. Readjusting, he leans back and grabs your legs, setting them against his chest. He starts fucking you even harder, nearly knocking the wind out of you. Both of you are definitely annoying your neighbors, loud and unabashedly lost in the feeling. He can’t help the praises falling from his lips, rasps of “so good”, “you sound so sexy”, “you look so good under me”, and “I’ve wanted this for so long, you don’t understand”. The lewd sounds that fill the room are drowned out completely by you two. He seems proud of how you bounce below him, hands desperately searching for a hold on him.

Moving your legs back around his waist and leaning down, his pace is relentless and he’s lost the rhythm in his movements. You kiss against his tattoo, biting lightly against it, which earns another delicious whimper from Johnny. He starts to snap his hips especially hard as you begin to scratch lightly against his shoulders and back, whining out “gonna come, ‘m gonna come”. There’s almost no time to react before his hips snap in violently one last time, coming deep in you. A final moan escapes his lips as his hips stutter with the force of his orgasm and how much physical effort this required. Both of you breathe heavily, trying to regain some composure. He's trembling slightly at how hard he came, pressing his forehead against yours. He pulls out very slowly, a light whimper at the feeling as he lays down next to you. After a long pause, he starts to speak again, voice shaky but words confident.

“So I’ve got two questions for you. Can I know your name now, and do you wanna go again?"

[emphasisonthehomo]

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This is uh. This is an accident. I don't have anymore? Not yet? I shouldn't be coming up with anymore ideas, someone needs to thwack me with a broom.

Anyways! What if Tommy did more than just fly helicopters in the army?

•

Tommy carries concealed.  

And yeah, it’s Los Angeles, but it’s not that weird. At least not in Buck’s opinion. Uncommon sure, but not weird. Tommy grew up in a rural area where guns were all over the place, where hunting culture was ingrained in every day life. He was in the army. It makes sense that he’d carry sometimes.

It really is only sometimes. Tommy’s got a mini safe in the truck, and whenever they go places with large NO FIREARMS ALLOWED signs on the front, Tommy dutifully locks it up. Buck has never seen Tommy bring the gun when they go to watch Jee, or hangout with Christopher. When Tommy’s on shift it stays locked up in the truck, and when he’s at home it stays either in the gun safe there, or on the counter.

It’s very much a non-entity. Buck knows about it, is used to it. He knows that Tommy wears an over shirt so that the bulk of his holster isn’t obvious, and that’s why he’s still layered up even when it’s pushing 100 degrees in the summer. Buck’s even shot it a few times, because Tommy goes to the gun range with Sal once or twice a month. It’s always fun, not really for him, but they get dinner afterwards at a Thai place that has drunken noodles to die for.

All in all, Buck doesn’t think about it very much.

Until he does.

•

It’s been six months since they figured their shit out. Since they made the decision to try again, to be purposeful about it. Tommy’s driving, one hand on the wheel and the other on Evan’s thigh. Buck’s busy wiggling further down in his seat to get Tommy’s hand higher, while Tommy laughs at him.

Tommy turns into the cul-de-sac, and his laughter stops on an inhale.

“Tom?” Buck asks curiously, sitting up all the way, “What–”

He follows Tommy’s line of sight, and he can see ‘what’ clear as day. There’s a woman on Tommy’s front porch, standing ramrod straight next to the planter by the front door, hands folded in front of her. She looks a little older than Tommy, with her graying hair pulled back into a tight French braid.

“Who’s that?” Buck asks curiously.

“We were enlisted together,” Tommy says.

“Oh,” Buck says dumbly. It’s weird to think about it, that there are people who knew Tommy before he transitioned. Obviously they must exist, but Buck has never met any of them. He cocks his head to the side and peers at her.  

“Baby,” Tommy says quietly, his face going stony and serious in a way that Buck’s only ever seen when he’s stolen a helicopter, “Would you mind staying in the truck for a bit?”

“Sure?” Buck says with a frown, looking from Tommy to the woman on the porch and back to Tommy again. He’s curious, but he also trusts that Tommy will explain everything eventually. Surely there’s no harm in waiting?

Tommy parks in the driveway instead of pulling into the garage. He turns the truck off, and gives Buck’s thigh a firm squeeze before pulling his hand away. And then Tommy does something Buck has never fucking seen him do before. Casually, with the same motion he uses to put his keys in his pocket, Tommy reaches down to his holster and snaps open the button keeping the gun in place.

“Nope!” Buck changes his mind immediately and loudly, “I’m not staying in the fucking truck Tommy. What’s going on?”

“Yeah, figured you wouldn’t,” Tommy sighs.

Tommy’s gaze is still trained on the woman on the porch. She’s watching them, a bland smile on her face. She lifts a hand up and waves, looking mildly bored. Reflexively, Buck returns the gesture. Tommy does not.  

“Evan,” Tommy says, finally pulled his eyes away from the woman and looking at Buck, “Just do me a favor then, okay? Let me do the talking.”

“Okay,” Buck says, uneasy.

The woman doesn’t move as they get out of the truck, but her bland smile gets thinner.

“Rutger,” Tommy greets with a flat voice, “Is it still Commander?”

“No,” She says, but doesn’t elaborate, “You look… different. It suits you.”

“Why are you here?” Tommy asks bluntly, ignoring her comment.

They come to a stop a few feet away from the steps onto the porch. Buck resists the urge to reach out and grab Tommy’s hand. It’s hovering up by his hip, by his holster, deceptively casual. Buck knows that both him and this Rutger lady are very aware of it.

“Can’t I just want to say ‘hello’ to an old friend?” She asks primly.

“I wouldn’t say we were ever friends, ma’am,” Tommy snaps.

“Fair enough,” She sniffs, and glances around, “Can we take this inside?”

“No.” Tommy says firmly.

“I’m not sure if this is something Mr. Buckley should hear,” Rutger says, just as firm.

The way she says his name makes a shiver slide down Buck’s spine. On instinct, he reaches out and touches the small of Tommy’s back.

“Have we met?” Buck asks, forgetting Tommy’s request from earlier.

“No,” She says dismissively, before turning her attention back to Tommy, “I guess it won’t matter for long. They’ve been asking about you.”

“Too damn bad,” Tommy says.

“I’m here as a courtesy, Kinard,” Rutger says. She takes a deep breath, “Able Baker.”

Her voice cracks on the last syllable, and she purses her lips tightly. For the first time, she looks something besides bland, besides bored.

She looks scared.

Tommy visibly tenses. Buck’s hand clutches at Tommy’s shirt without any input from his brain.

“…Shit,” Tommy says, and now he’s the one glancing around the neighborhood, “Fucking shit god dammit Marge. Are you serious?”

Buck doesn’t think he’s ever heard Tommy swear like that.

“Yes,” She nods once, sharply, “Can we go inside now?”

[iamasimperyk]

Lonely -Rafe Cameron

Summery: Rafe finds you, a Pogue, crying at the beach.

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Crying, Not proof-read, English is not my first language

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Part 2

Why was everyone around you in a relationship? It wasn't like you were desperate to get a boyfriend, but somehow it made you feel insecure that you didn't have one. You started to wonder why no one wanted you. Was it because you were ugly? Was it because you weren't someone who liked to go out and party? Or was it because you were too inexperienced?

You didn't want to bother any of your friends with your thoughts, and it wasn't like you had a chance to do so. Since all of them were in a relationship now, no one has time for you anymore. And that's how you found yourself crying on the beach on a Saturday night, alone.

You loved the beach and sometimes you also liked to be alone. From time to time you needed to think things through and just needed some alone time, but right now, you just wished for someone to hug you. You felt lonley and the fact that your friends and every other person on the island would be at a party right now, didn’t make things better.

Pogues and Kooks together at the Bonefire never ended good, so it was the perfect excuse not to go. At least that‘s what you told your friends. They didn‘t even question it, to busy being all lovey dovey in their relationships.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you thought about your friends. You were happy for them, but somehow you longed to feel the rush of a relationship too. You wanted to be kissed, held, and loved.

The fact that you were a little jealous of them made you even more upset. A good friend shouldn’t be jealous, but happy.

You were deep in your thoughts when a voice suddenly pulled you out of them, “Ey!”

You turned around, quickly wiping away your tears.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. The one and only Rafe Cameron were walking towards you. The last time you had seen him was on the ship, where he nearly shot you.

“Oh, look who it is.” He gave you one of his famous smirks, now standing in front of you.

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” You mumbled, not even looking at him.

Rafe caused nothing but trouble the last few months. He was the reason why the Pogues and you lost the gold. He was the reason why the Pogues and you lost the Cross. He was the reason why John B and Sarah had been missing.

“Could ask you the same question. Never saw you without your little friends.” He chuckled, sitting down next to you.

“Well, I didn’t want to attend the Bonefire, but they did.” You shrugged, looking at the sunset in front of you.

“Didn’t want to go either, too old for the shit I guess,” He sighed to which you let out a humourless laugh, “Rafe Cameron is too old to get wasted? Yeah, great joke.”

“Believe what you want, I don’t care, but at least I am not the one sitting here because my friends don’t have time for me anymore.” He hissed.

It wasn’t wrong what he said, but how did he know?

After he saw the look of confusion in your face he spoke up again, “It’s obvious that they don’t have time for you anymore. They are all dating now and you are the only single one.”

Once again, tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away. "Are you observing my friend group, Cameron?"

He answered without any emotion, "Do I look like someone who cares about your friend group? It's obvious you're trying too hard to get their attention."

Why didn't your friends see your efforts when even Rafe Cameron did?

“But lucky for you, out of your little group of Pogues, I tolerate you the most," He said after a few seconds.

“Hard to believe since you wanted to kill me a few months ago.” You muttered, drawing little shapes into the sand.

“Oh, come on. I didn’t want to kill you, I just had to get back what belonged to me. The cross,” He started to explain himself, “But it doesn’t matter since I am a new person now.”

“I see, and why’s that?” You raised your eyebrows.

“My dad isn’t here anymore so I am the boss now.” He told you proudly.

“And you cut your hair.” You mumbled quietly, but he heard you regardless, “Looks more mature.”

You nod, “I like it.”

“Did Y/n Y/l/n just complimented my hair?” He asked in a sarcastic tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Why are you really here, Rafe? You saw that it was me sitting here. Why would you come anyway?”

"I left the Bonfire because it was shit, and as I was walking towards my car, I heard someone sobbing. At the Bonefire I saw your friends with my sister, but I couldn't see you. When I saw you sitting here, I knew that something was wrong," he confessed while scratching his buzzed head.

“I appreciate that you came down to talk to me, Rafe, I really do.” You smile a little at him.

It's hard to believe that someone actually came to look after you. Not just anyone, but someone who was supposed to hate you. This person had made your life a living hell for the past few months. Despite this, the last half hour has been the best you have had in a long time.

“Look I am not good with all this emotional shit, but you wanna tell me why you were crying?” He asked carefully.

“Promise me not use it against me?” You asked in the most innocent voice Rafe has ever heard.

He answered with a short ‘promise’ before you started to explain how left out you have felt the past few weeks.

As you finished explaining, tears streamed down your face while Rafe held you tightly.

“Thanks for listing, Rafe. I am sorry I ruined your night,” You wiped away your tears, your eyes puffy from all the crying.

“You haven’t ruined my night, Y/n, actually you made it a lot better. I would probably have stayed at home all alone, trying to drown my thoughts in whiskey.” He told you honestly.

"Better than listening to me whine about my friend's relationships," you said as you hiccuped.

He shook his head, "At least you feel better after telling someone your problems, and I got to hold you."

You smile up at him, “You are happy to hold me? A Pogue?”

He chucked lightly, “Who would have thought.”

“Well, I also didn’t imagine myself at the beach, lying in the arms of a Kook.” After those words left your mouth there was silence.

The two of you were staring at each other until Rafe leaned down. You closed your eyes, your lips were nearly touching when someone called out your name.

“Y/n, is that you?”

[heartz-for-de]

sunshine!reader and grumpy katsuki throughout the academy... i need headcanons or a oneshot pls

Love this sm! I feel like there’s so many different variants of y/n and I love experimenting with them all:))) just a quick little ramble abt these two!!

Requests: open!

Sunshine!reader X grumpy! Katsuki

•Contrary to popular belief, katsuki was not always nice to you. It took months for him to even crack a HALF smile at one of your compliments. I feel like at the beginning he’d find you annoying, like why tf this bitch always smiling… but I think that eventually that annoyance would turn into endearment.

—“hey bakugo!!” You greeted him with a sweet smile. Sickeningly sweet, he thought.

“What do you want?” He grumbled, giving You a quick scoff to truly convey his dismay that he held .

“Well, me and Mina are going out for ice cream with Kiri, and I was wondering if you’d like to join? It’s totally okay if not though!” You reassured. He stared at you with a hard glare. Why were you so nice to him when he treated you with nothing but harsh words. He felt a weird tenseness in his chest as he grumbled out a short ‘fuck off’.

•once the two of you become friends, every body who has eyes can see the difference in the way he treats you compared to his regular friends.

- “Oh my gosh, yall took so many notes while I was gone! I think aizawa has it out for me.” You pouted slightly when the group had described you the work for the day.

“Tch, jus’ borrow my notes and copy ‘em.” Katsuki had mumbled out without a second thought.

“The fuck?!— last time I asked you for notes you blew up my journal.” Sero let out a salty huff, watching as you thanked Katsuki for his kind offer.

•I think he was in denial for awhile, like all he gaf about for the longest time was being the best and bettering himself. So when he gets to know you, and suddenly you’re infiltrating all of his thoughts 24/7? Oh he’s so pissed.

•Kirishima lowk crashed out on him a couple time just because he wanted him to confess so bad.

-“Maybe just tell her how you feel? That would simplify this a shit ton, bro.” Kirishima sighed.

“Simplify? The fuck it would— you give terrible advice, shitty hair.” katsuki responded shorty.

“I’m about to tweak out, what the hell else would you do? Hope she’ll telepathically understand your half asses ‘affection’?”

•you weren’t oblivious to his behavior either, you had the teeniest inkling that he felt a certain type of way about you, but you were too scared to take the leap of faith and ask.

•once he finally does get the balls to admit he is smitten, he’s like a big mean guard dog. Which you thought was hilarious because it’s not like you couldn’t handle yourself, you were training to be a hero aswell. But nonetheless you welcomed his behavior.

•Grumpy! Katsuki was a toucher. His hands always found there way somewhere on you, whether the two of you were alone or not. In a lecture? Hand on you thigh. In the common room? You’re sitting in his lap. Literally fucking anywhere? His hands resting on your waist and lower back. It was comforting for him, sort of like a reminder that you were safe and next to him.

•He doesn’t understand how you never seem to get angry, even when someone had done you wrong. You sat with a smile and reassured them, telling whatever asshole it was that it would all be okay. That pretty smile he loved sitting on your face like someone hadn’t just been a dick in your face. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

•as we know, grumpy!Katsuki has a nasty mouth. Every sentence was littered with a few harsh words here and there. I think it would be hilarious if one time he was cussing out somebody—over something minimal obvi— and you just sit there your eyebrows furrowed while you tell him to please not yell so loud. AND HE LISTENED. the room was stunned.

“Shut the FUCK up, stupid bitch.”

“Katsuki, please don’t yell, that was right in my ear!” You whined slightly.

He looked down at you.

“M’sorry, was jus’ tryna tell this fucker off.” He side eyed denki.

•you praise him all the time and he cannot take it, like wdym you’re fawning over him for doing the bare minimum??? And why does he live for your little compliemnts???

-“Thank you so much for the flowers kats!” You thanked the blonde boy with a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t gotta thank me, jus’ felt like getting you some.”

“You’re like the best boyfriend ever, Katsuki. I might just burst from how sweet you are, baby!”

You didn’t miss the way the tips of his ears heated up at the praise…

•He doesn’t like change but you entering his life changed a lot, and he doesn’t seem to complain much about that.

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Hope these were okay!!!! Again sorry for grammatical errors I am so ass at proof reading;)

[00-jammy-00]

More Kayce please 🥺

Yan!Fuckboy HC’s

Yan!Fuckboy x GN! Stuco President! Reader

Content warning - Yandere themes, obsession, masochist yandere, nsfw mentions, mentions of lots of kinks

A/N - I’m finally back 🙏🙏 I went on a break as I had writers block but I’m feeling better, enjoy some more Kayce xx

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Yan!Fuckboy who is on cloud nine when you finally agreed to date him. Only a few months of constant begging every day, one full year. He’ll be the best and most loyal boyfriend you’ll ever have as he will be the only boyfriend you’ll have for the rest of your life!

Yan!Fuckboy who likes to let everyone know you’re his, he needs to be touching you. Someone’s grabbed you from behind? It’s just Kayce. Someone’s holding your hand? That’s Kayce too. Someone’s touching you in a really not appropriate place, can you guess who it is?

Yan!Fuckboy who doesn’t let up on sex once you two are dating, he has a free excuse to fuck you more! You’ll be unable to walk and he’ll still drag you back into bed. If you’re the one on top he’ll stumble over to you and milk you dry. Watch out, he’s a biter.

Yan!Fuckboy who loves to mark you. It’s embarrassing to go to your meetings with all of these hickeys littering your neck but he refuses to let you cover them up, he will sulk if you do…and give you more…

Yan!Fuckboy who loves that you still treat him like shit. Yes, degrade him! Tell him he’s worthless! Glare at him and push him off! Be ashamed of him yet still give him harsh kisses! God he loves when you use that tone.

Yan!Fuckboy who will do anything to get your attention, even if it means hurting himself. Oops, he got hit in the head by a football, yikes, guess you have to walk him to the nurses office and kiss him better. Oh no! He tripped up the stairs somehow and grazed his knee, you’ll help right? He went to a family function knowing they all had the flu? Don’t worry, you’ll nurse him back to health, won’t you?

Yan!Fuckboy who makes you try all of his kinks now that you guys are dating. Shotgunning? Done. Bondage? Definitely trying again. Cockwarming, blindfolds, gags, toys, roleplay, degradation, candle wax, all of it has been ticked off.

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[dailysaeran]

I am go to create an AU that is so self-indulgent...

I remembered I have free will so I combined the AUs I love the most. Vampires, catboys and maids😼

Sunset is a lonely vampire living at a scary fairytale castle and after escaping from a cult (what a surprise), Ray is looking for a job. Conveniently, Sunset's old maid has mysteriously disappeared and she desperately needs a new maid.

This Ray is somewhat like VAE or GE Ray but also not quite. It's not a modern setting, there was no hacking involved, there was no bomb, but there was a cult run by Rika and horrible shit went down but that's in the past now, right? (: Anyways yeah no burn scar but a little similar to VAE or GE Ray. And Saeran exists too. Ray is the host though.

Sunset's also not been having a great time and she's a lot more pessimistic, sad and lonely than our regular human Sunset. She was turned into a vampire by a group that wanted to use her influence as her family's oldest daughter to control others, make more vampires and farm blood. She wasn't as into the idea and escaped, but as revenge the group killed her parents and most of their staff and So disappeared. She assumes So is also dead. He's not, he was also turned into one but he couldn't escape. Yet, at least.

So, Sunset began taking care of their family's castle with the help of her dear friend and maid (: This was the daughter of their older maid, who also began to work for their family when she was old enough, and who had also lost her parents in the same event Sunset did. It was just the two of them now.

Until another group of vampires heard about Sunset's “allyship” with a human. They thought of her as a traitor. Humans aren't friends, why would someone be friends with food? So they…decided to teach her a lesson.

While Sunset is distraught about losing her only friend, another group approaches her. They want to offer protection for her and her castle and any staff, in a few conditions. In exchange for protection, she must bring a certain amount of human blood to the group every month, which will then get distributed among all the members, including her. This group aims to protect and take care of vampires without disturbing humans too much. She takes the deal.

But she doesn't want to hurt people who don't deserve it! So, every month she desperately tries to find people who've wronged others in some way so she wouldn't feel guilty about taking their blood.

She has another issue too. She really needs a new maid. The castle is looking scarier and scarier by the day with its condition. So, she starts looking for one.

But who the hell would want to work in such a scary castle alone? After the rumours about its owner? No one's taking the offer. Except Ray. Ray, who likes castles and fairy tales. Ray, who hasn’t been able to find another job, because no one wants to employ “someone like him”. What kind of person has cat ears and a tail?

Everyone in the town is afraid of her. Except him. He's not scared because he thinks they're alike. People think he's a freak. Again, what kinda human has cat ears and a tail?? A freak. People are scared of him too. Him!! So he thinks...they're similar. They scare people away. They're both lonely.

And boom you get catboy Ray working as a maid at vampire Sunset's castle 😎 She's so intrigued about him. He's cute. His blood smells different. What does catboy blood taste like? But she doesn't wanna hurt him. As a matter of fact, she's very protective of him after what happened with her old maid. She's not gonna risk something like that again.

Oh also side note. Yes Saeyoung is also a catboy. But instead of working at an agency, he's a vampire hunter. Trying to catch the vampire taking blood from the people in the town. And maybe one day…his path crosses with another vampire once that vampire escapes the group that turned him into one 👀

[potatomountain]

"Why Do You Love?"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: ex Hongjoong x gn!reader x bf Yunho

❤️‍🩹 wc: 2k

❤️‍🩹 au: idol

❤️‍🩹 genre: angst, exes to lovers.

❤️‍🩹 warnings: one punch, hurt/comfort, angst

❤️‍🩹 summary: Your ex finds out who you left him for, just before he released a song that shows just how he feels about your absence

❤️‍🩹 AN: how DARE Kim Hongjoong just drop that mv and put me in my feels so here I am putting him in some feels

❤️‍🩹 an unedited piece written during an overworked weeked at 4am every night i should've been in bed but Kim Hongjoong dictates my life so here we are

❤️‍🩹 nets: @pirateeznet @mirohs-aurora-society

❤️‍🩹 Banner made by me- would have included Yunho but could not find a Pic that matched the vibe I wanted. For other works: Masterlist

The way Hongjoong's expression crumbled tore your heart to pieces all over again. You had only seen that expression once before, the day you had broken things off with him a couple months ago. You told him then you had fallen out of love with him, and in love with someone else.

But you never said who.

Now he knew, staring at the way Yunho's hands pulled the blanket over your shoulders to cover your exposed torso as Yunho himself maneuvered himself to shield you from view.

Without looking at his elder, his Captain, Yunho addressed him, “It's usually polite to knock Hyung.”

You attempted to look at him over Yunho's shoulder, but Yunho moved to block you, meeting your gaze instead.

Both of you knew you couldn't keep it from him forever, but this wasn't how you wanted him to find out. How could you tell him that the man you figuratively left him for was his own group mate? 

“I- Yeosang forgot- offered to grab-” Hongjoong’s trembling voice was so loud in your ears, despite being so soft, that you flinched at the sound.

It wasn't like you ever wanted to hurt him, never intentionally, breaking up with him hadn't been an easy decision. Yes you told him that you didn't love him anymore but that wasn't really the case, you just realized he didn't have room for you in his life and it was hurting you with how hard you were trying to make a place. 

Touring was understandable, so was his work, but when you found yourself giving all your free time for just a crumb of his attention, it had been too much.

Especially since his own band member showed you that it didn't have to be that way. Yunho made time for you. He messaged you between locations for filming, and on breaks from practice. He invited you over for games, brought you food whenever you were waiting for Hongjoong to leave his studio, and comforted you on many occasions when you cried with the realization that Hongjoong wasn't going to text you or visit despite waiting hours.

Neither of you had wanted to fall in love with the other, but it had taken Yunho having a breakdown over Hongjoong’s treatment of you for you both to realize it had happened. 

You had kissed him on impulse, and that led to your decision that you needed to break things off with Hongjoong.

Lost in the spiral of your emotions, you were brought back by Yunho's hand on your cheek. He opened his mouth to speak but you could hear someone else calling out to your ex-boyfriend instead. 

“Shit. Shit…Hongjoong.” Seonghwa’s voice got closer and closer until he was panting in the doorway to Yunho's bedroom. . “Oh fuck-”

Seonghwa was the only one you both told, as Yunho had gone to him for advice. Which you had been following.

Break up with Hongjoong- check.

Keep away from the boys, in particular him for a few weeks- check.

See how you and Yunho click as a couple before Hongjoong finds out- also check but you both wanted to hold off until the man seemed to move on. 

This was not how he was supposed to find out. And the reason, what you all predicted would happen… did.

He was either going to implode or explode and the realization that Seonghwa had known resulted in the external conflict. 

Yunho kept the sight hidden from you but you heard plenty. He was yelling, the hurt in each word twisting the guilty knife in your gut that spurred tears.

Seonghwa shrunk under his harsh words, trying to get a word in but Hongjoong was having none of it. He started accusing you both of cheating, a few harsh demeaning words you had never heard Hongjoong say before we're now being thrown at you.

You sobbed out, covering your ears and hunching over to try and hide yourself in the blanket further now that Yunho wasn't by your side: he had stood up to intervene when Hongjoong had started insulting you.

There was a moment of silence at your sob, and then an echoing sound of skin on skin impact. Your head snapped up, Hongjoong's head twisted awkwardly to the side and Yunho's fist balled up in front of him. Yunho had hit Hongjoong.

“This was a mistake. This was-” You scrambled to put your clothes back on, feeling their eyes in you as you did. You and Yunho hadn't gotten far, it was your first time attempting intimacy past a few kisses, but of course Hongjoong didn't know that, considering he accused you a moment ago of two timing him and probably fucking Yunho whenever he was at the studio.

It hurt, and all you could think about is that you ruined their relationship, that you made their lives so much harder now. Could they even work together now? Yunho hit Hongjoong. What if Yunho got removed from the group?

Your tears made it difficult to find your bag but it was Seonghwa that held it up. Your eyes met his briefly and there was so much emotion there. He pitied you, an apology there you didn't think you deserved either, but you didn't dwell on it. You were out the door without looking at the other two.

By the time you reached the front door, you heard Yunho's harsh tone directed at Hongjoong, repeating some of the things he told you when he had broken down about your treatment. Now he seemed to be saying them to the source, angrily. 

You didn't stick around to hear how it went.

Not even two days later you saw it. His socials were plastered with it, as were the group's main socials. You expected another teaser for the upcoming Japanese release, but it was the YouTube notification from KQ you clicked on that brought you to a music video. 

“Why Do You Love?”

You should've backed out as soon as you saw his face, should've exited the video as you heard his voice- but just like everything else Hongjoong does you were captivated.

Tears were running down your cheeks by the end of the video, vision too blurry to even see the image any more.

What were you supposed to do about this? You knew, knew it was for you- but for him to release it right after he finds you with Yunho? It hurt so much.

You could only sob, the guilt on your shoulders heavier than before. The song was playing on loop as your own form of personal torture.

The worst part is he was right, you still thought of him. You still loved him, wanted him, even when you were in Yunho’s arms. 

That didn't mean you loved Yunho any less, that you would leave him for Hongjoong if he changed his ways. You didn't know what it meant.

And under all the crushing weight, you did nothing. Your inaction stretched for days, even ignoring the texts and calls of your boyfriend, and everything to do with Ateez.

You unfollowed the official accounts, even muted the apps. Your phone you kept on silent, only paying attention to work. You ghosted Yunho, and the longer that went on the harsher the guilt.

A couple weeks passed and this day felt different. It didn't… hurt as much. You braved the Ateez YouTube channel again, turning on the music Video and pulling your legs up to your chest. You stared at Hongjoong's face on the screen, letting his voice ring around you and soak into your soul.

You shut your eyes to stop the tears from falling as you murmured the last lines of the song. “No you, there's no me.”

There was a loud crash that jostled you out of your once more depressing thoughts, physically jumping and swiveling in the direction of the sound. Your eyes about bulged out of your skull at the sight of Hongjoong there, on his knees, tears in his eyes.

Yunho of all people stood behind him, attempting to mask the pain that the sight of you caused. He murmured your name, but didn't come closer.

Turning the TV off, you stood up on shaky legs. “What are…. Why are you here?” The question was directed at them both, but you couldn't look at either. 

How pathetic were you right now? When was the last time you did your skin care? Or washed the pajamas you were in. You stunk of depression, and the fact that they felt looser on you than before showed that you lost weight- reminding you that your appetite had been almost nonexistent these last weeks.

Depression does that you suppose.

“I'm sorry.” Hongjong gasped out, picking himself off the floor and making his way to you. His presence was a reminder of the last words he said and you flinched away from him.

You looked away when you spotted the hurt in his eyes by your actions. “I'm not a cheater. I never did.” You weakly defended yourself, weeks later.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I fucked up. I'm sorry I really fucked up I shouldn't have said- I know you didn't cheat baby.” He reached out for you almost desperately. “I know you didn't do anything wrong-”

“Then why the video?” You sobbed out, having no energy to stop him from pulling you against his chest. The best you could muster were your hands on his chest to keep some space.

He pressed his forehead against yours, hand on the back of your head. “I wrote it before I found out. It was already in our editors hands and scheduled, I didn't remember about it until it was too late."

“Then why-”

“Because I'm selfish. I wanted all your time but wouldn't give you mine. I… they set me straight, I know now how much I was hurting you baby, I'm so sorry. Yunho shouldn't have been the one to make you happy when I was yours. That's my fault.”

You shook your head, pulling away. “It's too late. I-I ruined everything. You fought with your members and and- got physical I-”

“We've made amends.” Yunho clarified for you as he finally approached, no longer a bystander to the conversation. “And we want to make amends with you…”

You looked at them both, fresh tears in your eyes. “How? Joongie- ah Hongjoong-”

“No no, call me Joongie again. I missed it. I missed you Baby.” He nuzzled closer, rubbing his cheek against yours. “I want another chance. Please? Please can I have another chance. I'll do better. I can't… I can't do it without you.”

The lyrics of his song floated through your mind, taking your breath away. “I- but- Yunho-"

“We talked about that too.” You felt Yunho's large hand on your back, a kiss on the crown of your head. “We’re… willing to share. Especially after seeing you like this.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, pulling away to look at them in disbelief. You expected some hesitation or jealousy, some sort of tell this wasn't true. That they hadn't really come to such a decision. Your mouth gaped like a fish out of water, trying to find words.

Yunho sighed, pulling you back to them. “Let’s clean you up first and feed you properly. You can decide then but I know you. I know you love him. I know you miss him. He’l have a place in your heart I won't but-”

“-But Yunho is special to you too. He cares for you in the way I should. Makes you happy, keeps you grounded. And without you… we’re both pretty miserable. So you need us both as much as we need you.” Hongjoong finished for him.

Yunho smirked as he pulled you to your room. “Look at you, taking Seonghwa  Hyung’s words as your own.”

Hongjoong flushed prettily, grabbing your hand and rushing to catch up. “Shut up. He's not wrong.”

You found yourself astonished how easy going they were now after the last time you saw them. Yunho chuckled at the shorter man and stuck his tongue out, the mood between them becoming playful. Enough it had you laughing, both turning to look at you in confusion.

Both had grins spreading across their faces that matched your own.

Maybe this love could work. Maybe.

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[morganwrites12672]

You Don't Have to Be Okay

Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Sam has trouble coping with his nightmares. She helps him.

Rating: PG-13

A/N: This made me cry while writing. Enjoy!

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It was gradual.

She noticed how tired Sam was all of the time. She blamed it on the usual stress of hunting. After a few months she begins to notice how it's every single time she sees him. It's almost like he never has the chance to sleep.

She mentions it to Dean, who tells her that Sam's handling things just fine. She doesn't agree.

During a hunt that Sam was doing with her, she noticed the nightmares. She would ask him about it the next day, or offer to grab coffee whenever he woke up in a cold sweat. The results were the same every single time. He would brush off her concern, just like Dean had.

She was a light sleeper, an occupational hazard. It was the last night at the piece of shit hotel with Sam. She awoke to the sound of mumbling and someone thrashing around. Her hand went to the hilt of the knife hidden between the bed and the dresser. Once her weapon was safely in her hands she flicked on the lamp.

Her eyes scanned the room. It had just been Sam. She sighed, dropping the knife on the little dresser. She stood and sat on the edge of Sam's bed. She didn't want to wake him but the pained mumbles slipping past his lips, and his horrified expression made her.

She was careful, knowing he would be frightened and disoriented whenever he woke up. She shook his shoulders, making sure to be ready for whenever he would wake up. He sat up, looking like he had seen a ghost. She gently grabbed his wrists whenever his fists went flying.

He blinked a few times, realizing where he was. And who he had almost punched.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Shit," He quickly apologized. His expression still held the same horrified look. It broke her heart to see him like this.

She gave him a soft smile and let go of his wrists. He ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to fix all of the pieces sticking in every direction. She was patient, letting him wake up a bit more. She wouldn't start prying whenever he was this disoriented.

"It's okay," She said, placing a hand on his knee.

"No, it's not!" Sam replied, visibly distraught. He could have punched her. All for trying to help him.

"Is it about Jess?" She blurted. She wanted to help. Maybe if he talked about it, maybe she could help him. Seeing him suffer like this was painful. It hurt seeing such a close friend in pain.

Her father was a hunter too. She had grown up around the Winchester boys. She had always been good friends with both of, especially Sam. The two were close, well, as close as they could be with the lifestyle they led.

". . . Yeah, it is," Sam replied softly, looking down at his hands. He could not bring himself to meet her gaze. Not with the way he felt tears stinging his eyes. He didn't want her to see him like this.

"I'm here, and I'll listen. I'll do whatever you need me to do," She said.

Sam sniffled. He finally moved his gaze from his hands and looked at her as a tear finally spilled down his cheek. He didn't understand why she cared so much. Sure, they were friends. He didn't feel like he deserved this though.

"You can't bring her back. You can't stop her from getting burned on the god-damn ceiling just because I left her."

His words made her do a double take. She had known that his girlfriend's death had been horrific, and had involved a fire. She hadn't realized just how truly horrible it had been.

"No, I can't. But, I can help you," She said softly, brushing a tear off his cheek.

She wrapped her arms around him. He shuddered under her touch. He was too exhausted, in more than one way. He couldn't resist the comfort of her arms. He buried his head in her neck and let the tears fall.

She might not be able to save Jess from the horrible fate she had met, but she could help Sam. The poor boy needed it. The nightmares might only be about Jess, and that horrible night, but the scars hunting left on him went deeper than his skin. He felt them branded into his soul. Horrible memories waiting to punish him again.

He was more sensitive than Dean and his father. He never truly got over those things. He thought about them all of the time. It was like he couldn't escape. Walking down the street he would see someone who reminded him of a person he couldn't save. It was always something.

Maybe she really could help.

He clung to her even tighter, grateful for her silent comfort. Once the tears dried up, and he felt like he would never be able to cry again, he pulled away. He awkwardly rubbed at his tear stained cheeks.

"Thank you," He said softly, hating how weak his voice sounded.

"You don't need to thank me."

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A/N: Thank you for much for reading! My requests are currently open. Please leave a comment and reblog!

[angelofsmalldeaath]

Could you write anything about Andrew in his blue jeans. They got my going feral, absolutely loosing my shit

a/n: the blue jeans aren't heavily mentioned but i think they still do play an important part

cw: andrew having a dire desperate crush, very slightly suggestive

it’s thirty minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage. 

he’s in a city he’s played in multiple times, he knows the setlist from back to front, and he’s already thinking about what twists he can put on the songs tonight. the backstage is pretty crowded and bustling; his drummer sits on a chair, idly drumming away to whatever’s playing in his ears at the moment. his bassist has a laugh, chatting with some of the backing singers, a cigarette in one hand.  

he sits and watches. 

he knows she’s far too busy running around from one person to the next, making sure everything is perfect and ready to go. her staff lanyard swishes back and forth every time she dashes past him, and his heart squeezes every time she throws a casual smile at someone else.

“you’re running around like a headless chicken,” he calls out as soon as she’s within earshot. 

she staggers to a stop, looks at him with a raised eyebrow, “yeah, well,” she shrugs, “i have a million last-minute things to look at.”

he knows it’s literally her job, but in this moment, all he wants is for her to sit next to him (better yet, for her to sit in his lap) and just talk to him. about anything and everything. but then a small smile blooms on her face and his heart skips a beat. 

“your pins are all wonky,” she laughs a little and gestures for him to stand up.

it’s become a bit of a habit for him now, wearing the pins crooked by just the slightest. it happened a few months ago on accident when he was rushing, but then he saw how it irked her and how she was dying to fix it. how close they both stood while her fingers worked deftly at aligning them.  

and so now he does it on purpose, wears them just crooked enough to irk her so she would come over and fix them for him. but he has to be careful enough not to do it every time. and on days he wears them perfectly, he constantly dreams about what it would be like to have her hands still brushing against his chest.

“blue jeans today?” she quirks an eyebrow, looking him up and down.

“oh, you know all about my fashion choices, do you?” he teases, trying to compensate for how breathless he feels. a faint scent of jasmine washes over him—her shampoo or her body lotion, he doesn’t know—but his mind has started associating the scent with her and her alone. 

“no…” she trails off, looking at him a little sternly, and he worries a bit that he’s teased at the wrong time.

she was clearly running around, busy with other things backstage and now he’s sprung an additional task on her. he’s worried that he’s come across as a petulant rockstar who needs assistance for as simple a task as this. 

“they look nice on you. better than the black,” she bites her lip to stop herself from smiling and his brain short circuits. 

for one, she’s just teased back, even if it was barely anything. and now all he can think about is biting her lip while holding her in his arms. 

the height difference between them means that every time she looks up at him, it’s through her eyelashes. his lips part slightly, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. and he can’t; he can’t just go around burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. so he has to collect little bits and pieces of her whenever he can and store them like stolen candy. 

“there,” she says once she’s done and gives him a little pat on his chest, “now you look all handsome again.”

him. handsome. she thinks he looks handsome. he’s sure he has the stupidest, silliest grin on his face.

“oh god, don’t smile at me like that,” she blurts out. it’s rushed, almost a whisper, almost like it wasn’t supposed to be said out loud, but her eyes widen. and she looks away in an instant.

“why?” he feigns arrogance, seamlessly slipping into the confident artist his fans meet, “does my devastatingly handsome smile make you go crazy?”

she rolls her eyes but doesn't take a step back. she doesn't even move her hands from his chest. which is a bit of a problem because his heart is racing. 

“you okay?” she asks and he watches her brows furrow in concern. 

shit. shit. shit. he has to think on his feet, and the only thing he can’t do right now is focus! 

“just nervous about the show?”

it comes out more like a question, and he wants to kick himself for telling such an obvious lie. she knows he has played here like four times before. she knows he has everything rehearsed and ready to go, and whatever amount of nerves he might feel, they’re nowhere near enough to make his chest pound like this. 

she gives him a sceptical look and opens her mouth, about to say something, but someone calls her name. both their gazes snap to see another person on the staff, clipboard in hand, feet tapping impatiently. he feels an instant annoyance because how dare they look at her with anything other than adoration, but then his gaze snaps back to her. 

“i gotta go,” she gives him a small smile. “but good luck out there, you’ll be fantastic.”

he nods absently, like a pathetic idiot. 

“and,” she grins “wear that blue jeans more, will you? it really does look gorgeous on you.” before he knows what’s happening, she stands on her toes and presses a tiny kiss on his cheek. and just like that, she’s gone, running around the set once again. 

in a daze, his fingers come up to lightly touch his cheek. multiple neurons in his body are misfiring, and he feels a bit like he’s about to fall off a cliff. 

he wonders if he should follow her and kiss her hard enough that he will taste her for days. he wonders if she tastes like the cherry lip gloss she uses. then he worries that she’s just a friendly, affectionate person. and finally, he burns with envy that someone out there might be getting a real, proper good-luck kiss from her. 

“alright, mate?” his bassist appears, finally back from a cigarette break, and he has to stop himself from unloading everything on him. 

it’s ten minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage.

and now all he can think about is his blue jeans on her bedroom floor and cherry-flavoured lips. 

[mmkclarkey]

We have a spare room- Part 4

When all goes wrong, moving in with three guys will help?

6 months. Half a year living with Chris, Arthur and George.

According to Chris, it was a cause for celebration, one that just insisted that you had to have a party. That’s why your weekly trip to B&M had turned into a 2 hour trip, all three of them picking out party cups and plastic shot glasses and literally anything you can find for a party.

“Whats the colour theme?” Arthur asks with a large smile on his face, looking like a child in a sweet shop, Chris following not too far behind with the trolley.

“We don’t have one, why the fuck would we have one?” George replies, laughing at Arthur’s excitement, while Arthur pulled a face at George, making his way towards him to slap the smiling man around the back of the head.

George winced and began to chase Arthur down the aisle, making you and Chris giggle while rolling your eyes.

“God can you two get any more childish?” You said quietly as they caught back up to you minutes later trying to avoid people around you knowing that you lived with these morons.

~

You finished up shopping, and after a fight with Chris over who was going to pay, him winning, you got back to the flat. Flopping down on the sofa had become a regular thing for all of you, normally trying to see who could do it first, and for once, someone other than you won.

Not that you were happy about it, but Arthur’s smile as his head hit the soft cushions was too priceless to be annoyed, even with George and Chris shouting profanities at the brunette sprawled on the sofa, legs hanging over the top, shoes still on.

~

A few hours later, you were lay on your bed after getting ready, lay carefully as not to flatten your curls at the back, or allow the short (too short) dress you were wearing to flash any of your roommates when they come into the room, which would not be the best idea if you were honest.

You hear a knock, faint on the door, making you question whether you actually heard it, but then it comes louder as you jump, saying a monotone “come in”.

Arthur comes in and dramatically flops down on your bed, making you giggle as you question why the man was in your room, not that it wasn’t a common occurrence, it’s just normally all of them together not just one roommate.

“I need your help” he chokes out, grabbing one of your pillows and screaming into it, making you chuckle, fully aware of the dramatics that came with your brunette roommate.

“Whats up? You seem cheery” you laugh sarcastically as he shoots you a glare, making it so that you fly your hands up in self defence, a shit-eating grin still on your face.

“There’s this girl yeah, and she’s coming to the party, because she got a random invite, but I might have a little crush on her, like on social media and stuff” he rambles out, looking as if he’s about to cry from whatever pickle he’d gotten himself into.

“Oh my god!” You laugh out, clapping your hands in excitement. “You are 100% taking your chance tonight I swear arthur!”

“I can’t, she won’t like me like that”

“You’re a stupidly oblivious man Arthur Hill, do you know that?”

“Fuck off”

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The party was in full swing, people funnelling into the flat every 10 minutes or so, you greeted everyone as they came in, naturally gravitating towards the girls of the friend group, as Sabina, Chip’s fiancée reminded you of how good you look, and how half the guys there are staring.

You look across the room and spot arthur talking to a blonde girl, blushing harder than you have seen him do. Ever. The girl was smiling, laughing along with all his jokes, it was refreshing to see two people so completely enamoured by eachother; almost seeming as if there was no one else around them.

There was a clearing of a throat next to you as you turn your head to the side, George standing next to you looking at arthur and the girl. He spoke up after taking a sip of his beer.

“He looks like he’s in love”

“I know”

You both spoke at the same time.

“It’s cute” you spoke.

“It’s sickening” George laughed.

For a moment you looked at eachother, taking in your opposing views on the situation unfolding in front of you. And then you look back to arthur, letting out a little chuckle.

“You know, one day you’ll find a girl who will make you think love isn’t weird George, and that day will make every girl in the UK cry”

George looks at you, his expression unreadable as he lets out a little hum, walking away from you to go talk to Isaac, avoiding his eyes meeting yours as you shake the feeling off.

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A/N- oh I’m so sorry for how long this took! I love you all I swear, and hope you like this one, might have a cheeky couple more coming tonight x (what do we think about hill and his mystery girl, hint: mystery girl is Caitlin, cos she’s amazing x)

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[rubyarerosies]

No period = frantic boyfriend

suguru x f!reader + pregnancy scare

angel: Not in today, just threw up

Amongst the class, only sat Satoru and Suguru, Yaga should be in soon. Suguru suspects Shoko is with you, possibly using actual medical attention on your since it doesn’t sound to severe.

“I do know the basics, leave me alone,” she muttered. “It’s for y/n ‘cause she gets sick a lot,”

Suguru grows flush, mind roaming through possible answers.

“I see,”

“It’s not what you think!”

suguru x: Are you ok?

suguru x: Text me if you need anything so I can bring it after

“The missus?” Gojo inquired, his head protruding out a bit to gaze at the messages. But Suguru retracts it.

“Yeah, supposedly sick,” he huffs out. As bored as his tone lets on, only Satoru and you could decipher that he worries (it’s not particularly hard, since it’s in the way he grows distant in his current circumstances)

Satoru chuckles, “cheer up! Y/N-chan is probably just on her monthly!”

Suguru’s scowl deepens.

“What? At least you know you’re not going to be a father anytime soon,”

Suguru chokes. A small series of coughing ignite within his throat. He hears the maniacal laugh of his friend soon after.

“Don’t speak about that so… comfortably,” he utters, his brows furrowing out of shock.

“Blah, blah, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Gojo dismisses, “Sex is natural Suguru, you should know,”

Satoru wiggles his eyebrows, and Suguru feels himself fall into a pit of shame instead of his friend.

It’s only been a few months since his first time. You were his first (and hopefully, his only) It was an agreement between you both; once you both hit the age of 18, was when you two could finally give in to the temptation.

Ever since, he feels the desire more deeply than before.

“Shut up,”

Suguru resumes going through his phone, and Satoru continues to talk (nothing new)

angel: i’m late asw

Suguru’s hand shoots out, landing firmly onto Satoru’s shoulder. His friend had been chatting about something irrelevant after his teasing rampage, Suguru seemed occupied with his phone, but Satoru knows he can multi-task his hearing.

“What?” Satoru raises his eyebrows.

“I’m going to pass out,”

Satoru has seen his friend covered in blood, witnessed him take blows after blows from deadly opponents, gazed upon the sight in which Toji Fushiguro left him in, he has once never passed out because of them.

But now, Suguru is safe, in an environment in which he relaxes into. And he utters words like that?

But Suguru isn’t true to his word, matter-of-fact, he’s capable of pacing around the classroom like madman rather than someone who was at the brink of becoming unconscious.

“what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” Suguru mutters.

Whilst he’s in his anxious state, Satoru takes it upon himself to see what made his friend so… weird.

angel: i’m late asw

“Oh shit!”

Both boys pace around frantically, Suguru doesn’t take notice of his companion doing the same as him. He’s too deep in thought: What if he’s not a good dad? What if his baby grows up in this mess-of-a-society? What if Satoru gives them a sweet tooth? What if you’re not ready? What will happen to you if you proceed with this? Wouldn’t it hurt your body?

Satoru is the same: I need to work on my baby skill. Would Suguru let me take him out for ice cream every Sunday? Will you let him? Will the baby even like sweets?What should I get for the baby shower? Maybe Suguru will let me do those cliché gender reveals.

Yaga walks through, his stern expression growing more intense as he stares at his two idiotic students.

“What are you two doing?”

They both still. Suguru glances over to Satoru, Satoru glances back; both completely panicked.

“Nothing-”

“Sir! Suguru is due to be a father!”

“Am not!”

Suguru sees his teacher, and for once, it isn’t masked with a sense of authority and annoyance. He can do that? He seems in disbelief, his arms slightly unfolding, but he still remains set.

Suguru stumbles, “no, it’s-it’s nothing like that, sir,” —shaking his head— “Satoru, here, doesn’t know what he’s talking about,”

Satoru bashfully sways on his feet when Suguru glares skillfully at him. Yaga too, seeming as it wasn’t his information to spill.

“No need to be ashamed or scared, you-you know kids aren’t all that bad, they get a bad rep because of parenting but most aren’t as—”

“Sir, I don’t think this is necessar-” Suguru is cut off by his teachers life-lecture, he feels himself internall curl into the depths of shame and worry, possibly even anger at himself that he didn’t think of this consequence efficiently.

He sees his phone has received new messages.

angel: NVM

angel: just had a shower, and it all came out

angel: it was disgusting

Purposefully out of his persona, he lets out a large sigh, falling into his seat, disrupting the tangent his teacher had carried onto.

“She has it, no need to worry now,”

Yaga grunts, he feels like his words went to waste.

“Don’t worry, sir! I shall use that information wisely,” Satoru exclaims, saluting promptly as if he were a soldier at war.

“Shut up, will you!”

-

“Satoru just texted, said him and Suguru just finished panicking,” shoko utters out, “and that Yaga gave them a talk about kids,”

“Wow, I didn’t think it would scare him that much,”

“Any guy who gets that text is bound to react like that, Y/N,”

“You’re right,” you said, eyes lingering on into thought, “I wonder what Yaga said,”

“Now that you said that,” Shoko quips, her cigarette coming out of her mouth, “me too.”

[cuntyhunty22]

Good men die too, oh I'd rather be with you. (Part 3)

Joel x reader

Description: revert to parts one and two. Linked below.

Joel and you have an unexpected visitor, you try to work through your emotions and concerns In the relationship. Sex.. lots of sex..

Tags: public sex, rough sex, daddy kink, dirty talk, cream pie, fluff. (If I missed any let me know.)

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Joel's jaw clenches. He steps back away from you turning to face Sarah's mother who is standing in the doorway of the kitchen. What . Are . You . Doing . Here. His words very punctuated. Well can I come see my daughter? she asks. since it looks like you are fucking someone that could be her sister.

You can come see her but you never do.. unless it's to fuck with her head.. or because you need something. You have been in and out of her life since she was born, so what do you want this time.? oh and also who I'm fucking has no concern to you. You stay there silent, because if you are being honest these emotions are too much to deal with. Between the late period, to now this. Sarah's mom stands there glaring at you. Joel.. she trails off , how can you be so stupid.. ? after all the years I've known you.. had a child together.. she's obviously using you.. look at her.. she young enough to be your daughter. The way she said this was so snide like every remark was a knife to your gut. Obviously she is living in this house. Does she even have a job.? You always want to help the damaged, and in the end Joel it's just gonna hurt you. Mom... enough. Sarah says. Dad for once in his life is happy. Leave it alone.

You couldn't hide the shocked facial expression on your face. Shocked Sarah spoke up. Shocked that she admitted to her mother that her father was happy. No sarah.. he isn't happy.. he's blinded by some pussy. Pardon my language but you're old enough. You cleared your throat. "Um yeah okay I've stayed silent for long enough. Hi sorry to meet you like this..would have loved to do the the right way, but he isn't pussy blinded, we have been friends for years before we became a couple.. we aren't just fucking we are in a relationship, and we are in love, yes I may be damaged and I might be a mess but I love him. And I love your daughter and they are my family."

Ah- she chuckles.. you are that bartender aren't ya.. the one that had the boyfriend that beat the shit out of her all the time.. she does a snarky laugh. You are taken over by anger as you lunge towards her. Joel catches you holding you back. Easy darlin, let it go. Mom.. it's time to go Sarah says.. let me walk you out. Sarah looks at you.. I'm sorry she says. "It's okay." Joel this is going to ruin you Sarah's mom says as she walks out..

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About a half hour goes by and you are sitting on the counter in the kitchen. Frozen. Unable to move. Everything has hit you at one time. The trauma from the past few months. You almost getting killed. Joel beating your ex to a pulp. Falling in love. Healing. Questioning if you are carrying his child.. and now this. You can take family drama believe me. You've had the fair share of it. But when it came to Sarah and Joel that's different. You refused to complicate their life anymore than you already had.

Hey.. darlin.. darlin.. can you hear me.? "Yeah sorry. Zoned out. Um.. I think I'm gonna go for a drive.. " you hop off the counter grab your purse and bolt out the door.. not saying a word. If there is one thing about you that you know for gospel , it's when you feel, like you really feel you fucking run. if you run you can't fuck it up anymore.

You reach your car and slam the door. Joel running after you. You speed out so he can't catch up and all you see in the rear view mirror is him standing in the driveway. At this point you feel no better than Sarah's mom. You left.. not permanently but you still left when things got a tad bit bad. You don't know where to go.. hell Joel is all you have.. you didnt wanna go to the bar, so you just drove to where your mind led you.. and your at the lake.

•

Oddly this reminds you of back home.. you aren't sure if it's ever came up with Joel but you aren't from here. You were raised in the Midwest moved down south at 21. As a child you would go to the lake everyday in the summer.. walk the paths, go fishing. You were there sun up to sun down. You park your car, and you walk the paths leading to an embankment on the lake. And maybe this is what you needed. something to ground you.

Sitting in the grass you hear footsteps.. your first instinct is to grab your knife because maybe this is how it ends, maybe your ex is finally out of jail and he's came to find you. "I have a knife.. I'll fuckin cut- "

hi darlin. Joel cuts you off. You drop the knife and sob. Come here, lemme hold you. Joel sits down on the ground beside you and pulls you into his arms. What did I tell you months ago hmm? That no one would ever hurt you.. that you are safe.. darlin I Iove you okay. I don't care what people think or... "Joel I'm late on my period."

•

He looks you. Jesus Christ. That's what you were gonna tell me this morning before Sarah's mother came.? "Yes" and that's why you ran.? "I ran because I felt too deeply, because I thought if I run then things wouldn't hurt. It's a bad defense mechanism I know. And I wasn't leaving for good I just needed a minute to get my brain to shut up. But even then I felt guilty." Don't feel guilty, Joel grabs your hands and kisses them. You've been through a lot darlin and this morning was a lot for all of us, and now to know you already had something else stressful goin on your mind.

I'm sorry, that won't happen again. "Joel.?" Yes angel. Maria mentioned that Sarah's mom would come in and out and fuck with your head.. has that been super recent..? before me.. ? I know I have no right to ask because I was still in a relationship when things progressed with us and that's like hypocritical and now I'm just rambling." You nervously chuckle.

When did you talk to Maria about this.? I'm not mad, just curious s'all. But she would.. but it's been at least over a year where it wa remotely anything and even then she would lie say she wants the family and then she would leave... anyways that's not important.. Joel clears his throat nervous to ask what he's really wondering. Um.. so.. darlin.. how late are you..?

"About a week.. maybe it's nothin. Sometimes stress can make it late or maybe these meds I'm on. It's fine if you don't want this I'll go, I'll raise it alone or go to the clinic.. Hell I don't know."

Joel looks at you. The most serious you have seen besides the night he claimed to protect you. Darlin. Did you not hear anything I said the other night when you brought children up. Hmm.? Or how I said I'm here no matter what. You stare at him. Because honestly you're just so used to people lying to you. "Are you sure. I mean we don't even know for sure Joel." Once again, what you want is I want. Now let's go home please, Sarah feels terrible so she wants to do something with you today.

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"Actually there's something I want before we go home.."

and what's that he asks, head tilted with curiosity.

You stand up, you start stripping off the flannel you had on dropping it to the ground exposing your breasts, then you pop of the shorts. bare skin under no panties. Joel is watching every move you make. You start walking down the slight embankment till you reach the water. It's about waist deep maybe a little deeper.

"You coming in.?" You smirk. Skinny dipping, in broad daylight.? "Come on old man, is that too wild for you.?" Joel stands up, he pulls his teeshirt off with ease, next he un fastened his belt, staring into your soul with every item he removed. That look that drove you wild, and it made your core ache for him. Off came his jeans, and then his underwear exposing how hard he was already.

Joel made his way to you in the water, you jumped into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist. Hungrily you kiss him, biting his lower lip he let out a moan. His cock sliding against your entrance, pulsating with every kiss. Joel lifts you up slightly moving you so he can slam you down on the entirety of his cock, " fuck. God you're so fucking big" and you're so fucking tight he replies.

The water splashing with every thrust as Joel brings you up and down at a steady pace. You're taking me so well baby, shouldn't you be sore from the hard fucking daddy gave you last night.? "Mhmmm I love when you talk to me dirty.. keep doing it." Does that make that tight little cunt wet.? Hmm you like hearing an old man be filthy to you? He growls, you dirty little whore. You let out a scream as Joel hits your cervix. Shhh baby you don't want people to see you fucking your old man in public do you.? " I fucking do" now you are baring your own weight, arms wrapped around his neck. bouncing up and down on his cock. not caring how Loud the water is or the fact someone very well could walk down that path at any moment. Oh you do, do ya.? " I fucking- ah fuck Joel.. take me on the bank."

•

He carries you out of the water and places you down on to the bank. "Lay down." You demand. Joel lays down, and you stratal him not waisting anytime shoving his cock right back into you. God you feel so good Joel says. you gon' ride me baby.? "I am daddy, im gonna ride your cock so good, I'm gonna be your good little whore. You like that huh.?" I do, I love that so fucking much and I love you so fucking much.

You are grinding Joel in a perfect rhythm, his cock sliding in and out as you bounce up and down. Joel sits up to pull you closer. his body to your body. his arms wrapped around you closing out any space possible. your still riding him, he starts kissing down your neck to your breasts which make you whimper.

Mhmm, sensitive today baby.? He does it again, but this time sucks on your nipple, and your pussy clinches. Oh .. his head tilts.. you pick up your pace, furiously bouncing on his cock not leaving an inch behind. "Cum in me." Needy today are we? Joel then bites on your nipple his tongue swirling around it. It sends you into a spiral. Joel looks at you his eyes dark with lust. Tell me how needy you are. "Needy for you to ruin me, needy for you to breed me, needy to be your personal fuck toy." Joel growls as he takes one nipple into his mouth sucking and pinching the other. he is now bucking his hips shoving his cock deeper and deeper.

Hmmmm, if your so needy to be my fuck toy, then cum for me. "No I want you- his hand covers your mouth as he increases your rhythm to ride him harder and faster, I said cum for me and then daddy will give you what you want , my hot load spilling deep into your pussy ruining it for any other man because you are mine. And just like that he unraveled you like no man ever has. Body trembling but his cock still sliding in and out of you slow and steady. Such a good girl for daddy Joel purred into your ear. "Mhmmm now give me what I really want." Darlin demanding things in this position is a ballsy thing to do.

Joel flips you on to your back slightly knocking the air from your lungs waisting no time he starts thrusting steady but hard. Every thrust had a meaning. Had a purpose . Joel picks up his pace. You let out another whimper and that was it. you unraveled again. Making Joel moan louder than he ever has. Being such a good girl taking everything he was giving you. "Mhmmm I need. Please." You need what baby tell me. "Ah I ah- Joel please." Begging me to coat that pussy, cock drunk are we darlin. Joel's eyes not leaving yours, watching every little move you make under him ever little whimper. Totally immersed into you. If he isn't going to give you what you wanted you knew how to make him, you move you hand pressing two fingers on your clit rubbing it, oh baby keep doing that, hmm fuck your s'sexy my pretty little sex toy, my obsession.. Joel grunts. Daddy is gonna give you what you want now. "Please." He spills inside of you sending you over the edge again as his body collapses on yours totally forgetting you are in the middle of the woods. You kiss down his jaw to his neck making him groan. Babygirl daddy is tired. You chuckle. "Good I did my job. Wearin my old man out."

You both put your clothes on headed back to the parking lot. "I'll see you at home.?" Yes, do you want me to stop at the store for a test. So you can head home shower and relax before we get into things with Sarah.? "Sure Joel thank you, I don't know what I did to deserve you. Deserve this. I've always felt like I was hard to love, till you have made it seem to easy. I'm still sorry for earlier."

•

You already made it up to me, Joel winks at you. Darlin you got me out here fuckin like rabbits at 50 years old, he chuckles. you've brought life back to me in many ways. And that's because you are easy to love, honestly from the moment I've met you I've loved you In some way.

From loving to see your smile at the bar after a hard day at work,to you taking care of me there knowin my order by heart, your laugh when I make shitty jokes, the fact you can't survive without coffee, which makes me think of something... Do you remember the day I brought you coffee and you thought it was the best day ever because the coffee pot at bucks was broken. Joel blushes.( something that hardly happens) I had in my mind that day I needed to impress you somehow.

Because even when I was grumpy you were the sweetest peach to me. And I have loved getting to know every little thing and detail. To wanting to give you better in anyway I could.. And the wild wild sex we have I would be crazy if I didn't love that. "Mr miller as rugged and grumpy as you are boy you have a way with words."

You kiss him. " see you at home, I love you."

•

You make it home, your body covered In dirt, smelling of lake water and sex. You came back, Sarah says walking up to you going in for a hug. "I did. I don't scare away that easy, was just overstimulated. And sorry I smell I need a shower .. dad and I went on an adventure." She chuckled I don't even wanna know.. but I'm glad you are home and I am sorry.

"Don't be girly, as much as I have daddy issues I have my fair share of mommy ones too. Just know I get it, and if you wanted to talk im here. obviously your dad is amazing he so caring and we are both so lucky to have him. I'm gonna shower okay, tell him when he gets home." I'm sure he will hear the water running and he will be on his way, she chuckled. He really does love you.. I see it, how he looks at you.. and thank you for that. He's been through a lot. "I think you both were meant to find me Sarah, maybe we all were meant to find eachother. Be out in a few."

•

Still high on the sex session you and Joel had earlier, the hot water ignites the hot feeling in your body. How does this man do this to you. You want him. Need him constantly. Totally consumed on loving him. And it hits you .. you are totally head over heels in love. Your thoughts interrupted by the shower door opening. You lean back and those big arms embrace you. "Hi there, this is becoming a habit isn't it." you complainin? "Not in the slightest, but I do think we shouldn't be in here for an hour again. Mhmm Joel kisses you neck. Won't be, just wanted to comfort you. "Okay.." got the test.. figured we'd shower and I'll be in here while you do it, figure things out together. His lips so close to your ear. This soft side no one sees of him, something that you have become very accustomed to. Because honestly he's always been soft with you, even when he thought he wasn't. You cleaned one another, sharing a few kisses here and there. It was something so intimate, something typically that would scare you. But it didn't.

•

"You really gonna watch me pee on a stick.?" Darlin.. if you are self conscious about peeing on a stick In front of me, after all we have done there is a problem. You chuckle. "Okay here we go... now we wait 10 minutes." You are sitting on the toilet and Joel plops down on the floor in front of you. Okay we wait. He grabs your hand. Rubbing his thumb gently. "Are you sure this would be okay.? Like Sarah is grown. Would she be okay.?" I think as long as I'm happy, Sarah would be too. "It's not weird.? Honestly to me it's kinda triggering with my dad and all." How so.. Joel looks at you confused.. I know we don't talk about your pop much.. "more or less he left started a whole new family I have siblings way younger. I love them, but at first it was definitely like a hatred , like I hated that he was with them and when I was their age he wasn't with me." Ah, I see. Well our situation is different.. "I agree it is, how much longer..?" 2 mins. Neither one of you have even looked at the test. Just been sharing this moment together. The timer goes off.. we look together.. Joel says.. 3.. 2.. 1..

•

"HOLY SHIT."

[captain-flint]

I'm a little behind so I'm not up to the Tommy/ Buck yet (but I am SO excited to get there), but I am obsessed with the idea of someone sitting Tommy down and going through all of the trouble Buck has been in over the years and advising he be ready for whatever the fuck new dangerous situation Buck will find himself in next

hgdfhgh !!!!!!! tommy sitting there like

and visibly aging before their eyes due to stress....

and then buck tells him he's been putting himself in dangerous situations since he was like 5yo bc he craved his parents' attention so tommy makes it his life's mission to show buck how much he cares for him and needs him and suddenly buck is thinking twice when shit happens (he still ends up in dangerous situations which puts tommy through minor heart attacks, but he's far less impulsive and more careful)

however

i also like the idea that tommy heard about one evan buck buckley from the 118 who took his place and appears to be cursed bc he's on local news at least once every few months after having nearly died on the job

pre s7 tommy, watching the news: this guy again?? does he have a death wish or does he just suck at his job????

tommy, meeting buck at the tarmac about to fly into a cat 5 hurricane with him to save his adopted parents: OH HE'S INSANE 🥰

[bunniesanddeer]

Hi,

Just recently found your stories! I love how you write Alastor! I have a request and I apologize if its long.

Reader arrives at the hotel and unbeknownst to everyone they can see people’s pasts, mainly their earthly lives, once they touch them. Which usually isn’t a problem until she meets Alastor. They see his past as well as the fact that his soul is owned by a mysterious entity.

As time goes by, Alastor and reader form something of a friendship and he can sense reader is powerful and repeatedly tries to get them into a soul deal. One evening while at the bar, he’s trying to make a deal when reader, somewhat drunk, states “no power I have can help you with your deal.”

One of those “oh shit” moments and reader runs only to get caught by a very agitated Alastor. They explain how they know and don’t know who the deal is with etc trying to calm him down. He realizes they have known this whole time and not spoken of it so he feels he can trust them.

Sorry sorry sorry this longer then it sounded in my head!

Hi! Sorry this took so long! So much has happened, and yet so little. In the middle of trying to buy a home, and my full-time job has been kicking my butt. Sorry if this is OOC, or anything like that. I have been having a hard time writing at all!

Everything

Pairing: Alastor X Reader

Warnings: Mild horror.

Word Count: 2,093

Maybe it was the psychology degree. Maybe it was that strange empathy that had been instilled into you as a survival response. Either way, you don’t know what caused it; when you ended up in Hell, because of course you did, you found out you had a strange ability, one that startled you. At a single touch, the entirety of someone’s life was made known to you; all their secrets, their thoughts, and even their afterlife. Their lives were heavy burdens, and so you settled on wearing gloves. You could minimize the damage to your psyche, and to your soul, if you avoided it entirely. No one would find out, if there was no risk of you using it.

Time was hard to measure in Hell, and so you couldn’t tell how long it took you to find a comfortable, enough, routine in Hell. You wore soft gloves, and only took them off when alone, or when they got soiled. You had a job, and you were living a boring rerun of your life on Earth. That was until you saw the advertisement for the “Hazbin Hotel”, looking for employees. You recalled the Princess, Charlie, making a fool of herself on the news only a few months prior. She was endearing, and the reminder and call for employees drew your attention. Without thinking too hard on it, your decision had been unconsciously made. You were going to apply. 

The main lobby was large, and had family portraits of the royal family hung on the wall. There was a bar and couches on the far side of the room. There was no one but the bartender in the room. The grumpy cat at the bar drew your eyes, and so you made your way to him. 

“Ah, hello?” You called to him, trying not to startle him. 

Sharp pupils lazily flickered towards you, and the cat-man let out a grunt. 

“I’m here to maybe, apply for a position here,” you continued. You extended a hand and introduced yourself. “I was a therapist, and although it has been some time-”

“I don’t care. You’ll be talkin’ to Charlie,” the bartender interrupted, taking a swig of his drink. “She probably already knows you’re here.”

Sure enough, a white blur was bounding down the steps, exuberance filling every part of  her form. “Oh hello! Hello! My name is Charlie,” she said, grabbing at one of your hands and shaking your whole body with her handshake. “You said you were a therapist?”

Now that she had settled into being mostly still, you could make out her features better. She had blonde hair, loosely tied, and cherub cheeks. Her large eyes were filled with such wild hope, that you feared ever needing to tell her ‘no’. This was the Princess of Hell, Charlotte Morningstar. 

“Uh, yes, I was!” You try to match her tone, and notice other people filling into the lobby. “I specialized in correctional counselor. I worked with those in the prison system, trying to help them avoid recidivism. Along with programs in the prison, we helped them acclimate back to civilian life, and keep their records clean! I also worked with some after they left.”

Charlie’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline. “Oh wow! That would be PERFECT.” You watch her smile grow, and she turns to the woman that was now standing next to her. “You hear that, Vaggie? This is great, right?”

Although you were hesitant, this felt like the right move. So with a little forced pep to your step, you accepted the offer she made only minutes later, and joined the Hazbin Hotel team. That was before you realized Alastor was there. 

Months into your stay was the first time you accidentally touched anyone. You had been in your room, organizing some of your things, when Alastor barged in, yelling about some Angel Dust annoying him. The two of you had a weird friendship going. He would poke and prod you, and you would laugh it off and speak your mind about what you thought was ‘wrong’ about him — all in good fun, of course. Because of your general comfort with each other, he liked to barge into your personal space more and more often, and it had led to a few close calls. Now, though, was far too close. You weren't wearing gloves, and he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

“My dear, you simply must tell Angel Dust that his attempts at wooing are preposterous!” Alastor flipped you around so you were facing him. “He has no musical talent at all, I’m sure! How would it ever work?”

You scrunched up your face, and stared up at him. His bright red pupils widened as you laughed. “Al, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Ah, what fooey!” Alastor grabbed at your hand before you could pull it away, and it happened. Everything. All the terrible words and looks in his childhood. His mother’s soft smile, and her softer hands cupping his face as tears rolled down his cheeks. Angry voices telling him to leave. The cool feeling of metal under his hands. Warm liquid pooling beneath his feet. The chains wrapped around his throat. The abject hate he felt. The way every single choice he made had to be done precisely. The spark of joy he had to smother around people he loosely defined as friends. The control he desired like smoke in his hands. And then it was gone, and Alastor was giving you an odd look. 

“Are you alright, dear?” His head cocked, and the static that constantly coated his words quieted down. His thumb rubbed across your bare skin once, before he pulled his hand away from you, letting it clasp around his microphone. 

“Uh, yeah. Zoned out there, for a moment. No worries,” you said, trying to discourage his well-known prodding. You couldn’t handle it, right now. You shrugged your shoulders. “I didn’t get much sleep, last night, I’m sorry.”

When he finally let it go, and went back to his ranting, your mind slowed down. Now that it had happened, it was only a matter of time before something slipped. Would you die, because of what you knew? Would his master order him to slaughter you, or would he do it happily himself? Or would he use you, thinking that your power could save him, when the inevitable confrontation occurred?

You could only worry and wonder. There was nothing you could do to change it now. And so you kept your mouth shut, and waited.

The inexorable fate that awaited you, came weeks later, when the staff had settled in together to drink. Angel Dust was working, Sir Pentious had squirreled himself away in his room, and Charlie and Vaggie were out having ‘date-night’. The group, including Alastor, were several drinks in. 

Husk poured Alastor another drink, rolling his eyes at the Radio Demon’s antics. Alastor was telling a wild tale, and it had you and Niffty cackling, although it seemed she had heard it before.

“And just as he turns back to yell at me, he slips, and falls! Splat! Straight onto the concrete!” Alastor lets out a raving cackle. Niffty giggles, her drink splashing a bit as her whole body shakes. You wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, and try to calm your breathing.

“That is so fucked up, Al. Why?” You wheeze. “Why do you do this?”

“Because-” and he hiccups, which sets you off into more giggling. “Because life is a tragedy, and tragedy is hilarious.” He sets his drink down, and slots himself onto your seat, squishing you as he does. “As you know, my dear, I take quite a liking to anything that makes me laugh.”

He’s incredibly drunk, there is no way he isn’t, because he fucking taps your nose with one red claw, and mutters “Boop”, under his breath. You shake your head, feeling like you’ve drank more than you had. Your eyes feel the tiniest bit fuzzy and you laugh at the strangeness of it. 

“Are you alright, Al?” You ask, scooting over just a little, trying to get him off of your hip. “You seem out of it.”

Husk grunts, “He’s always like that with whiskey and rye. Should’a seen him a couple years ago-” His voice cuts off, and you look over to see the death glare Alastor is giving him. It settles when the bartender stays quiet with an eye roll. “Oh, whatever.”

Alastor hums, and then returns to looking at you. “You know, my dear, I could really help you out, down here, if we were to make a deal! Imagine setting up your own little clinic, and helping all the wayward souls down here!” He giggles again, and his smile widens. “Or you could manipulate them all to do your bidding with your strange mind medicine!” 

You shake your head. “C’mon Al, you know I’m not interested in that.”

Alastor shakes his head, his ears flopping back a little. “Then not that! There is plenty I could give you, for just one, little deal!”

Without thinking, you mutter, “I have no power that can help you with your deal, Al.” 

Your heart stops in your chest, and you stare at Alastor as his entire demeanor changes. His eyes are wide, and his pupils are tiny pinpricks of light in his dark sclera. His hand grips at the arm of the couch, and you know you’ve fucked up. Before he can say anything, you dart up, and out of the lounge. 

With the sudden surge of adrenaline, you feel nearly sober. Your feet pound at the floor as you dash down the hall, and up the stairs as quickly as you can manage. You slide around a corner, and sprint down a hallway before you hear the static. 

The normal white noise has been replaced with a thick static, heavy with screams, and the hall is getting dark. It feels as if the torches on the wall are being snuffed out, even though you can see them still softly glowing in the dark. Your heart pounds, and your breath catches as you hear Alastor’s music playing at a distance. He’s not nearly far enough behind. Is there anywhere in the hotel you could even hide?

It doesn’t matter, because he’s right behind you in only seconds. His form has grown enormous, and he takes up the entirety of the hallway. One large hand stabilizes him by pressing against the wall, and the other wraps around your torso, fingers wrapping around your form easily. He squeezes you, just enough to let you know how much power he has over you, and he brings you level to his face.

“How do you know?” His voice is rough, and deep, and the static and screams re making your head hurt. When you don’t immediately answer, he squeezes just a little, and shakes you. “HOW DO YOU KNOW?” 

You let out a rough sob. “I can just tell. If I-” your voice cuts out as you cough from the previous exertion. “If I touch someone, I know just about everything about them, from their mortal life, to here in Hell.” Tears roll down your face, and you heave. “I tried to avoid touching you! It’s why I wear gloves! But you caught me off guard a few weeks ago!”

Alastor’s gaze doesn’t waver, but his expression does, just a little. You keep talking.

“I didn’t tell anyone, and I wouldn’t! That goes so far against my morals. You know that. Haha. Patient confidentiality.” You squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I wish I could have prevented it, and I wish I could help you now that I know, but I can’t!”

Your form is set on the ground, and you want to curl up, so badly, but you don’t. Instead, you open your eyes, and see Alastor, at his normal size, adjusting himself. 

“Yes, well, I suppose there’s nothing to be done.” He flicks his eyes to you. “If you say anything, ever, I’ll gut you, do you understand?”

You merely nod, and he nods in return. He takes a breath, and then offers you a hand, and you take it. 

He gives you a sly smile, as you are wiping your face off with his handkerchief. “I’ll get a deal out of you, yet, my dear!” And he says nothing more, as the two of you make your way back downstairs. 

You hope, with everything you are, that he doesn’t.

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[witchygagirlwrites]

Rogue-Part 3

Jay Halstead x Reader (nicknamed Rogue)

Jay is making plans for the future

A/N: you know in Jurassic park when the water is moving in the cup and you know shits about to hit the fan? Yeah this chapter is the water moving in the cup

There was nothing you’d found that made you feel safer than waking up with Jay’s arms wrapped around you. You were a detective, a fighter. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself but your grandmother had told you once, probably three months before she died that the measure of a man was how safe he made others feel. Jay could make you forget the horrors you saw on your job, he could make you sleep peacefully. His arms were a safe place to land. 

You’d also learned how to help him handle his own horrors. At first his PTSD flares scared him around you. He didn’t want them to push you away, didn’t want to risk losing you because of the demons lurking in his mind. You however were a stubborn little bitch. You wouldn’t back down from anything dangerous, demon or no demon. When Jay had a bad night, you’d stay up with him until he’d either doze off or until you physically could not keep your eyes open. Those nights he’d end up just sitting in bed holding you in his arms. You usually woke up in that position with his head leaned back and him fast asleep.

Every day you fell harder for the man who had your back at work, and had your heart in the palm of his hand. You never imagined feeling for anyone the way you felt for Jay. He was truly the love of your life.

“So much for oh he’s just my partner Ry” you rolled your eyes at your brother who was sitting across from you. He was traveling for work and had a layover in Chicago for a couple hours so he called you to grab lunch. He’d taken the biggest joy in finding a new subject to endlessly tease you about. “In my defense, when I said that he was just my partner” you defended and he laughed “Maybe on your half but that man wanted to kill me for hugging you then the moment he found out I was your brother? He was doing everything he could to impress me”

You shook your head with a laugh “He was not!” Ryatt raised an eyebrow “Uh huh. So he needed to tell me, your older brother, how you were the one in the unit who got your detective shield at the youngest age? Or how many times you’d had his back in the field or how amazing you were or how every person in Chicago was blessed to wake up in the same city as you every day?” “RYATT HE DID NOT SAY THAT!” you scolded with a laugh.

He shrugged “He might as well have said that. Rogue, that man was looking at you back then like you hung the moon, stars and sun above. He’s been head over heels. It’s insane” you raised an eyebrow then “What? That someone would fall for me?” he shook his head “No, that you would fall for someone I actually approve of. You finally picked one that I think is capable of being at your side little sister”

You felt your face warm “I love him Ry, more than I ever imagined I would. When we became partners I thought it would just be partners but he..” you trailed off and Ryatt smiled “Worked his way into your heart without you ever realizing it?” you nodded and he shrugged “Nan always said the one you’re meant to be with, you’ll never see coming until they’re already there”

You stole a fry off his plate “How long is this trip for anyways?” he shrugged “I honestly don’t know. Shouldn’t be over a couple weeks. I’m gonna try to find a few days to come home after” you tilted your head to the side to look at him “Since when do you refer to Chicago as home anymore over D.C.?” he shrugged “Since my little sister is settling down. Hell Ms independent is living with her boyfriend. You gave up your place. That speaks volumes”

You shrugged “I finally feel settled after all these years. Even with the chaos of the job we work. We face hell at each other’s side then go home” he nodded approvingly “That’s the best balance you can find. You two quite literally see the worst of each other and still fell”

“So, are you gonna see Jay while you’re here?” you asked and he shook his head “As much as I’d love to see my future brother in law” your mouth fell open at that little comment and he winked at you “I’m kidding mostly but I gotta get going, I’ve got two meetings then back to the airport as soon as we finish here. Remind him I still kicked his ass at that football game” you grinned “How could either of you let me forget that?” 

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Ryatt walked you out to your jeep and pressed a kiss to your temple “Have a safe shift, Halstead better watch your ass not just look at it” you laughed “He can do both. He’s good at multitasking” he shook his head “I’ll see you in a couple weeks” “Ok, have a safe flight”

“JAY TAKE THE NORTH END!” you shouted to him as you stayed running behind the suspect. He diverted off and pushed his legs to cut off the guy, just as he slid around the corner he spotted him and slammed into him. Both of them rolled up onto the concrete. 

Jay rolled him over onto his stomach, twisting both arms behind him “STAY DOWN” you came running up and tossed Jay your cuffs “I got you” Jay cuffed him and snatched him to his feet. That was when he noticed the red mark across your cheek. “Did this son of a bitch do that?” you shook your head “I’m ok Jay. I just caught his elbow before he took us on a foot race”

The bastard had the nerve to laugh “She your girl?” Jay twisted his arm further “It would be in your best interest to shut the hell up” you hit your radio and called for a squad car to your location. 

As soon as the guy was loaded into the car Jay gripped your chin gently, tilting your head to look at your cheek. You let him but he could tell you were wanting to laugh “I’m fine. He threw a weak ass hit” he shook his head and pressed a kiss right over the mark “My girl, tough as hell”

The two of you circled back to the rest of the unit where everyone else was rounding up the bangers they’d grabbed and shoving them into squad cars. Hank had the head guy in the back of his SUV. It was him and the two lieutenants that intelligence was after anyways. Everyone else was simply collateral damage. “Shit, Rogue are you ok?” Erin asked, coming to your side the moment she noticed the mark on your face. You smiled when she touched it gently “I’m good, asshole thought an elbow would make it where he could get away. He thought wrong” 

She grinned “Hell yeah he thought wrong. Takes a lot harder hit to put your ass down doesn’t it babe?” you winked at her “You know it babe” 

Jay shook his head but you could see the small grin on his face. “Ok, everyone round up and head back” Hank called so everyone started heading to their cars. You followed Jay to his truck he’d just recently got. You slid into the passenger seat as he climbed into the driver’s seat.

He waited until he pulled out onto the road to reach across for your hand. You laced your fingers with his and he smiled “I love you” you turned your head to look at him “I love you too” 

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He’d never dreamt of loving someone the way he loved you and more so the fact of how easy it had been to fall in love with you. The fact that you both shared every dark detail of your pasts with no hesitation, knowing it would be ok. Neither of you would judge the other. Nights when he would wake up in a cold sweat you would be sitting at the foot of the bed but instead of fear being in your eyes like he half expected the first few times you’d just looked worried. When you would realize he was fully awake you’d ask if he needed physical contact or space. He always wanted you in his arms.

It grounded him, hearing your heartbeat, feeling your body. It brought him to the present and reminded him that no matter what he’d faced that good things had come to him. He had you. That was the best thing he could have ever imagined having.  Every day he tried to be better than he was the previous day just to prove he was good enough to have you. The universe had seen fit that no matter what he’d done to give him someone who loved him, who believed in him enough that even before you were together that you were willing to risk everything for him. There was no limit to what he’d do for you.

If he could make you feel safe by being in his arms? Then he was doing his job. He laid there more than one night after you fell asleep just to hold you, to remind himself this was real. He’d found the love of his life and she loved him just as fiercely. 

When Ryatt got back to the states he was coming back to Chicago, you didn’t know why but the two of them had been talking, back to when Ryatt was in town for a couple weeks when his business had brought him to Chicago. He wanted your brother there when he asked you to marry him. The one person you had in your life who’d always been there for you.

You’d gone out for coffee with Erin and Kim when he’d managed to wrangle Ryatt into grabbing a beer after meetings at the capitol building. “So, Halstead. We both know you didn’t randomly wait until my sister had other plans to want to catch a beer so out with it. Where’s the ring?” Jay nearly choked on his beer. “I um I haven’t bought it yet”  Ryatt nodded “Well, I can tell you her ring size because it hasn’t changed from her graduation ring. If you’re asking if I approve? For one she doesn’t need my permission and for two I see the way you look at her man. You love her, the way she deserves to be loved. That's all I could ever want for her”  Jay nodded “When you get back, I want to plan a night. Take her out to eat, my brother will be here too. I want to ask her with both of you there. Do you think that’s a good idea?” Ryatt shrugged “She’ll say yes regardless but if you want me there, you know I’m in” and slapped him on the back “Brother in law” 

Jay watched you walk through your shared place, wearing just one of his henleys and felt his heart flip. This was gonna be his future. You, the rest of his life. The possibility of one day you being swollen with his child. Even if you never had kids, just having you in his arms for the rest of his life? That was a dream come true.

“What are you smiling at?” you asked, walking over to the couch where he was sitting. He shook his head “My beautiful girlfriend who is a clothing thief” you shrugged and crawled into his lap, straddling his waist “You could always take it off me if you want it back that bad?” he raised an eyebrow “That an offer ma’am?” you grinned and pulled him into a kiss “Always”

Part 4

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